Something which makes finding a cameraman redundant

The time was just before twelve AM, which to Diana, who had spent the last few days carrying out night-patrols, was still early morning, which meant that she had barely gotten out of bed when the package arrived.

Since Diana enjoyed sleeping in the nude, and enjoyed showing of her nubile body even more, even if it was only to herself, Diana wore nothing more than a knee-long robe, made out of thin satin that went perfectly with her hair and her complexion, when she kneeled down to open the smaller package.

With the black robe hanging open, leaving exposed her pair of firm, round breasts, fit stomach and her crotch, which was nearly hairless as Diana preferred to shave it all off save for a thin “V” of curly pubic hair that reached upwards from just above of her slit, Diana’s fingers tore into the tape that kept the box’s top down.

Ripping away the thick straps of brown tape, then the box’s lid, then the wraps of thin yellow paper that laid under the lid, Diana was finally rewarded by the sight of a metallic orb placed in the box.

Holding it up in her hands to scrutinize, Diana could note that the irregularities in its otherwise smooth surface was a small red button on what was probably the top of the orb (it’s hard to tell really, what’s up and down on a round object), an interface, and a thin black lens on one side.

Looking down into the box again, Diana could see that a small case, similar to a cardcase, was placed on the box’s bottom.

Gently placing the orb on the desk next to her computer, Diana opened the miniscule container. Inside of it there was an annulet, with a thin button on top of it.

Activating the second part of the .mp3-file, Diana heard Reed explain that this was an automated camera, activated and deactivated by the red button. The interface allowed Diana to use her computer to customize how many pictures should be taken, how long the intervals between each picture should be, what sort of angles that the camera should go for.

And if she wanted to control directly when the pictures should be taken, she could use the annulet, which was small enough not to look conspicuous on the photos taken.

“But really,” Reed’s digitalized voice began to end off, “all the details are in the
second manual. Use your toys well!”

With that, the message was over, and Diana hurried to turn Winamp off before it was looped.
It was good to hear from Reed, but it just wasn’t that good to hear a recording off his voice repeat itself over and over again.

As was the universally accepted course of action for anyone who has just become the lucky owner of complicated high-tech gadgets, Diana ignored the manuals and dove straight down to her toys again.

When she pressed the red button on the top of the camera, the metallic orb let out a joyful hiss before swirling up into the air, nearly hitting Diana on the chin as it rose straight up to rest in the air, four feet above the floor.

After attaching the camera to her computer via Bluetooth, Diana activated the .Pdf that dealt with the details of using the camera. The first thing she saw was a clickable .exe file.
Activating the program, Diana was greeted by a complex-looking editor.

While the camera swirled around in the room, Diana did her best to take in the details of the editor. Apparently, you needed a 3D-figure of the object which the camera was to focus on.
Reed, always the gentleman, had taken the liberty of making such images of Diana and Rogue.

Opening the file entitled “WW”; Diana smiled as she saw a 3D-rendering of her own body.
Clicking on the model’s breasts, she heard the camera slide into position over the screen of the computer, the lens moving in to focus on her pair of generous tits.

Slipping the annulet onto her left pinkie, the camera following her movements as she bent down to pick up the annulet and then rose back up again, Diana pressed the button on the small ring. Immediately, Diana heard the camera-orb moan mechanically, and two seconds later an image of her, sitting in front of her computer with her tits bared, appeared on the screen.

Chuckling to herself, Diana tried constructing a series of photos, and then leaned back in her chair and tapped the button thrice.
The camera hovered over her and moaned thrice; a series of photos depicting Diana slumped down in her chair suddenly appeared on the screen, the first of which focused on her face, the second on her tits, and the third on her crotch.

“Thanks Reed,” Diana said as she stared at the image of her naked body that covered the screen of her computer.