The food blogger takes her place in the middle of the kitchen in a wide stance, proudly presenting the embroidered logo #RebeccasRecipes on her apron.
Emily, who snatched the spoon from her, clucks and shakes her head. "No, that doesn't work."
"What's wrong?"
"Your apron's in the way."
"OK." Rebecca pushes the wide cloth to the side of her hips, so that the chest piece with the embroidery is still visible.
"No! First, we said no advertisement. And second, your jeans are too thick."
The chestnut-haired woman looses her warm smile for the first time. But her objections are overruled by the combined effort of her friends, and finally she concedes.
"Fine. I'll take them off. But not in front of the camera."
"OK. You can use the living room."
Rebecca disappears from the frame. Minutes later, approaching steps announce her return. Her friends' heads turn towards the noise.
"The blouse, too!" Sam calls, who's still in her sports bra.
"Nooo!" an invisible voice answers.
"Oh, come on!"
After some grumbling and clothes rustling, Becky appears again. Her slender frame gently hugged by a sky-blue lace-bra and matching panties. Her friends leer titillatingly, but refrain from any audible comments.
Rebecca positions her in front of the camera, much more exposed than before, with her legs slightly apart.
Emily sways her head back and forth. She definitely seems not happy. Knowing her friend's attitude and knack for creative pranks, Rebecca fears the worst and blanches.
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