New position

She smiles, a little shy. "I just want Joe to see me and think, 'wow, she's hot.' Like, really think it. Not just say it to be nice."

"He's gonna think it," Marcus says. "Trust me. Now tilt your chin up a little. Let the light hit your neck."

She does as she's told, her fingers resting on her collarbone, her gaze soft. The dress dips lower on her chest, and she still doesn't notice. She's too caught up in the moment, in the attention, in the hope of what Joe will see.

"Do you think he'll be surprised?" she asks quietly. "I mean, he's seen me before. But not like this. Not... trying this hard."

"He'll be more than surprised," Marcus says, snapping another photo. "He'll be speechless."

“Now how about you slightly bend over, guys love that shot” Marcus adds on

Izzy props herself up on her elbows, her dark hair falling across her face as she looks at Marcus. The pink mini dress has ridden up even higher, exposing the soft curve of her thighs. She swallows, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

"Bend over?" she asks, her voice soft and uncertain. "Like... over the bed? Or over the edge?"

Marcus keeps the camera raised, his tone calm and professional. "Like you're picking something up off the floor. Or reaching for something on the nightstand. Just a natural, casual bend. Keep your back straight, your legs together. It's a classic angle, Izzy. Trust me."

She bites her lip, glancing from his camera to the floor, then back. Her bare feet pad against the sheets as she shifts to the edge of the bed, hesitating for a heartbeat before she leans forward, bending at the waist.

The dress slips forward, the neckline dipping dangerously low, and she can feel the cool air against the bare curve of her chest. She still doesn't look down.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice slightly breathless as she holds the position.