She goes to find Coco.

Velvet sat paralyzed for a few more second, then with a start kicked off her heels and raced for the door. Looking out and seeing the coast was clear, she slid out into the hallway and hustled to where she knew Coco’s session was happening on the other end of the floor.

As much as Coco hated to disappoint her team leader, she knew that she wasn’t emotionally ready to go threw with something like this. But Coco was a friend, practically a sister, she would definitely be understanding. Velvet nodded at the air to assure herself of that, then had to hold in a gasp as her bouncing breasts slipped out of the top of her swimsuit entirely.

Pulling the outfit back over her bust, Velvet jogged the rest of the way to the door she was pretty sure was Coco’s number. Slowly sliding it open, she peeked in and was met with a surprising sight.

“So? Am I hot, or am I hot?” Coco bantered at her cameraman as she played at baking for the photoset’s theme.

“Very nice Adel,” the man rumbled as he snapped away, “though I feel the hat and glasses clash with your outfit.”

“Pssh, like I’m gonna take them off, they’re basically like my brand,” Coco brushed the comment off. “Besides, whose really gonna care what I’m doing with my face like this?” She teased as she pulled at her panties with a finger.

“Fair point,” the photographer shrugged, “and now that you brought it up; you ready to go full naked apron?”

“I’m ready to go full naked apron...” Coco confirmed but trailed off, then gave an absolutely sinful smirk, “Without the apron.”