Start the shoot!

It isn't that Niki is barbaric. She takes care of herself--hygiene is import to any adventurer--and is a stunning athletic woman with a body to strive for, or to die for. But on a normal day, her routine is short. She does little to rid herself from bedhead in the morning, and while she dons pieces of masterwork armour that leave her quite pleasing to the eyes, it isn't as if she's seen wearing dresses or other more traditionally feminine clothes.

When she does, however, she's truly a insurmountable opponent as she becomes the ultimate marriage of fierce warrior and beautiful woman. Though, a chunk of her confidence is often lost in moments like these. It isn't a way she's used to being presented. She isn't against it, but it's a rare occurrence, and somebody else often has to help.

Luna--always eager to be the master of ceremonies to a show of her dolls to dress--beckons the aforementioned girl to emerge from behind the curtains and be the first to get her pictures taken.

A good portion of Castle Phoenix has gathered to watch. Many of the common folk dare not near, as you host some rather intimidating residents, and this isn't a show being broadcast in the middle of the village either. You and the others are in an area closed off and near the far wall. Some get a glimpse, but those who reside here yet aren't in your inner circle always speak praise and excitement towards the things you do. They respect you greatly and have no wish to get in your way.

The bombyx insectrin stands more radiant than a lamp she'd adore. She glistens, mostly due to the dust from her wings being caught in the gentle breeze. Thankfully, the proximity to the wall blocks the majority of any weather that could interrupt the photo shoot. Magic lights are set up around a few different props, all ready for something surprisingly professional. They spared no expense. You can feel the passion.

"I'd like to open this fashion show with a few thank-yous," speaks Luna. Though her voice isn't booming, it's enough for the crowd. Her power doesn't come from a booming presence, but both skill and confidence, much of which only manifested when given a second chance after her business was failing--something she expresses first. "Kyle Warren. If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I'd be right now. You not only gave me the opportunity to do what I love, but in ways I could have never hoped to guess. Please give our Hero King a round of applause."

You're gifted the thunderous orchestra of many hands, big and small, doing as she said. It isn't because of her request, however. You can feel a jolt through your mind and body as the bonds between you and the rest tighten like tensing a string--bolstering the strands as if coating them in steel.

She continues. "Secondly, I'd be ungrateful not to thank the greatest pioneer of textile technology in the past century, or perhaps even longer. Sean Harrison, creator of the two materials we call nylon and spandex."

I wonder if they're made the same as on Earth. They feel like it anyway. I remember Luna mentioning this guy once before. Changed the trajectory of people's style a few decades ago. Now that I think about it, I wonder if this is more evidence of Isekai Theory altering the fate of Abso. Either that, or somebody here had a breakthrough. For all I know, they could be made by magic, and it has nothing to do with the stuff we have back home.

"Lastly, I must thank the creator of the YiivCam. Perhaps it's one of the greatest inventions of our generation. Created not long ago by a woman named Yiiv from the free cities southwest. With this newfound technology, we can truly make sure moments will never be forgotten. Now, no more waiting. As you can see, the first piece I'd like to show off is perfect for a warrior's body. Though, I wouldn't necessarily recommend fighting in it, unless your intention is to distract your opponent.

"Niki of clan Vakila. Sunheart. I hope you'll find her as striking as I do in her half-slingshot-bikini. As you can see, the top stretches down from her shoulders, and is just wide enough to cover what matters. It compliments her Rite of the Sun markings quite well in my opinion. You can see them there. But then they connect to the sides of some more traditionally styled bottoms. Give us a spin."

Niki, though embarrassed, does as instructed. You can see that the straps wrap around behind her neck where it's tied. Otherwise, it almost looks like she's completely naked from behind. Her toned back is bare, and her bottoms are very skimpier than by the front. It looks like she's wearing a g-string attached to a slingshot bikini. When she turns back around, your eyes glide slowly downward as you take in the generous view you've been gifted. She's been prepared, like a present tied for you to unwrap, though perhaps that's jumping the gun.

Her skin is smooth and dark, and small beads of water--either sweat from the nerves, or water from a very recent bath--run down her tight, exposed body. Her chest is barely concealed. One wrong move, and that would be it. At least, that's how it looks. Luna takes great pride in her craft, so it may be more practical than one would guess.

Her hair has also clearly been combed and styled. Thread just above her right ear are three dark red flowers bound together into a lovely little ornament that accentuates her ruby eyes, and her natural sun-like beauty. The same was done to make a bracelet around her opposite wrist.

"Though it's made from the materials you'd expect from swimwear, it also uses the skin of a deadly sea creature found deep off the eastern coast. They're malicious and dangerous, and though they resemble fish, they're actually demons. It gives the suit a mystical sheen, and technically, leaves her more resilient against lightning attacks, if the mage she's fighting happens to aim for very specific parts of her body. That's merely a byproduct. It also means the jet-black garment naturally fades to silver, though I admit, I enhanced the effect myself. It wouldn't look so impressive if left untouched."

As the moth speaks, Niki makes her way forwards, and eventually to an outdoor lounge chair made mostly of wicker holding up thick, comfortably cushions. She lays forward, unsure of how to pose, yet it seems to be coming naturally for her, even if by accident. Her hefty tits hang down as she grips the sides of the seat like a cat on the prowl before relaxing enough to press her her chest down, squeezing them against the cushions. She kicks a foot up, and looks towards Fang and her camera with deep colour quickly fading in across her face.

Fang's nostrils flare. You're fairly certain she's forgotten how to blink. Her hands tremble as she grips the camera so tightly that you worry it could break. She swallows hard, and then begins to snap a few pictures, zooming in and out as she loses herself completely to desire. Her lips part to make way for heavy panting. Finally, after a moment passes, she looks to you slowly with a face glowing red.

"H-Hey... Can I ask you something, Kyle?"

"What is it?" you respond.

"Can you take over the YiivCam? I need some water... Also, I might not be ready to do this properly. I'm kinda panicking."

"As long as you keep your hands where I can see them."

That comment gives the girl a playful grin. "No promises." She then moves away from the tripod and begins her search for something to drink.

You step up.

The moment you look through the viewfinder, you watch Niki's demeanour change. Suddenly, she seems more engaged. Her gaze remains locked to the cam--perfect for the picture, though you don't think that's her intention. She's looking at you. She shifts in the seat, presenting her body more as the gorgeous girl begins to pose as best she can.

Snap. Snap. Snap. You take one farther away, one incredibly close, and as you do, she continues to move. After a few while she's laying on her stomach, she rotates to her back, holding an arm over the back end of the lounge chair as she continues to watch you closely--a face quite unlike her usual one, more innocent, more nervous, and also more erotic.

You get everything. Some focus on her huge set of titties barely held within the straps of her swimsuit. Others, her tight ass almost completely exposed by such a skimpy backside to her bottoms. Mostly, however, you get the whole package. You treasure the view of Niki acting so out-of-character. Though, you are used to seeing it. In sexual situations, she does lose a lot of her edge. That is, until she really starts locking in.

Speaking of which, she sits up. You witness her confidence slowly rise in real time. Perhaps she's starting to accept that she looks damn good, or in this moment, the only people present are both you and her. She bites her lip and then grins, squeezing her chest together as she leans towards the camera. She then raises a leg, and lays back once more, though always facing the goods in the direction of the shot.

Fang leaps back into the scene with a half-finished mug of cold, refreshing water. You had been listening in behind you, and this definitely isn't all she's had. It was filled, finished, and then filled again. As always, Fang is a thirsty girl.

"You're a natural at this," she says. "It makes sense. This is basically a thing from your world, right? I think you should take it from here. You even got Niki to start posing for you. I think I'm a better director anyway."

"Director, huh?"

She nods, and then scurries over to Luna to the side. "Heey~! Can I stand by and help commentate? I know I didn't make any of these things, but that means I can provide an unbiased opinion."

"Of course, dear," Luna says with a joyful smile. She lays a hand on the short girl's head and runs her nails back through her hair. "I would love to have you here."

"Mmmm..." Fang's eyes shut as she's stun-locked in place.

I wouldn't exactly call her opinion unbiased though.

Suddenly, Fang perks back up. She snaps her fingers and exclaims, "I got it!" Then, she scurries off behind the curtains.

Niki watches, confused. "Are we finished with my turn?" she asks. Then she sticks out her tongue playfully. "I know you like me a lot, Kyle, but everyone should get a chance, right?"

"Not yet!" Fang answers on your behalf. She runs up to the girl, forces her to lay down onto her back once again, and though you can't quite tell what's happening, Niki seems to be in a flustered panic.

"Wh-What are you doing?" she shouts. "Don't pull them out! Careful! This thing is pretty solid, but they still slip out pretty easily. N-No, did you forget I'm s-sensitive there--!?"

"Ta da!" Fang jumps forwards with her arms up in the air. "I present to you, the final shot. The money shot, if you will."

Still shocked, Niki continues to lay back in a lovely pose, though she's returned once again to looking more bashful. The straps of the slingshot segment of her bikini have been pulled open like curtains. However, on top of her massive mounds are two of the flowers she wears elsewhere on her body. They lay perfectly upon her nipples. Each one isn't quite wide enough to completely cover her areolas, and definitely not her tattoos, but she doesn't dare move either in case they fall. That, and looks intrigued. People more talented at her in terms of fashion and style have proven themselves so far. She glances to herself, blushing, but then returns her eyes to the camera as she waits.

You don't hesitate. Plenty of additional pictures are taken. Perhaps these ones will go right on your wall to be seen every morning when you wake up, as if she's the sun rising every dawn.

When she finally gets up, she wraps her arms around her bust as the flowers fall to the grass. She turns away from the others and scrambles to slip her nipples back behind the straps. The backside view as she does is quite nice. Just for fun, you take one more picture.

She notices. Briefly, she turns an eye back to you, smirks, and then makes her way back behind the curtains. You can hear her laughing under her breath as she goes.

Luna claps her hands. "An outstanding job, Niki. You as well, Kyle."

"And we love a good slingshot bikini!" Fang shouts. "Any spin on that is a good one. Amazing choice, Luna, to try and cover those big bouncy boobs behind such a skimpy upper half. And the decision to accentuate her ass like that? You're the real visionary of our generation."

Luna chuckles warmly. "I may be the seamstress, but you seem to have a vision of your own. I think your final touch was a brilliant idea."

"Aw shucks. It's because I'm a pervert."