Take flattering pictures of Carly to improve her self esteem.

Carly is self conscious because she is shy about her body. If you could convince her that she is good looking, maybe she will have more confidence. The more confident she is, the better she will be at making sales. That means she needs to be able to look at herself without feeling ashamed. So, all you need to do is show her just how pretty she is.

“I think I have an idea, if you’re willing,” you say to Carly.

“What is it?” Carly asks.

You take out your phone and hold it up. “I want to show you how good you look in that outfit.”

“No!” Carly yelps, curling up even tighter in her ball.

“But if you stay like this, you’ll never make any sales,” you say.

“Yeah… but then I’d win the bet,” Carly realizes.

“That’s not fair!” you cry out. “If you don’t even try, you should be disqualified and have to do the strip we agreed on!” Carly sulks in her huddle. She appears to be thinking about it. You push on the guilt trip with, “You agreed to the bet. Not even trying is basically welching on it.”

“Ugh… you’re right…” Carly finally admits. “But I didn’t agree to getting pictures taken!”

“Just some snapshots so you can see that there’s nothing to be ashamed about,” you reply. Carly looks at you, tight lipped. “You’re tense and you’re not going to be making sales if you’re always worried about how you’re looking,” you reason. “Just a few shots for you to look at and I think you’re going to see that you’re fretting over nothing.”

Carly slumps her shoulders in defeat. “Fiiine…” she grudgingly relents. Hesitantly, she stands up and drops the towel on the table. Hugging her chest, she says, “Take your pic.”

You frown slightly. “I’ll need you to pose a bit,” you note.

“What’s the difference?” Carly asks.

“Well… OK, let’s take this pic first.” You snap a shot of Carly hugging her chest. “Now... one with your hands behind your head,” you say.

“Like… this?” Carly asks, resting her heads on the back of her head, elbows out to her sides.

“Yeah, perfect! Now lean back a bit,” you say.

She has to take a step forward in order to maintain her balance, but she leans back slightly, arching her back. “Like this?”

“That’s what I’m looking for!” you announce proudly as you snap a second shot. You walk over to her and show her the pictures. “See the first one? You’re all tense and cold.” You flip over to the second image. “The next one… you’re more alluring.”

“Oh wow!” Carly says, amazed at the transformation. “I look like a model!”

“Want to take a few more?” you offer.

“Sure!”

With this newfound confidence, Carly is much more open to your suggestions. You get her to lean back on the booth bench, one leg up, the other leg outstretched, shoulder perked and demurely covering part of her face. The next pose has her standing on her knees, turned around on the bench with her ass out. You even manage to get her onto all fours on the table, leaning forward like a cat on the prowl. Each picture you show her gives her another ounce of confidence and it shows in the images. The shots are hot and tantalizing, causing you to shift and squirm in your pants as you go on with the photo shoot. She not only bursts with confidence, but with charisma.

“I think you’re ready!” you tell her, after the latest shot of her cross legged on the table with a naughty grin.

“Great!” Carly replies with genuine excitement. “Let’s open up shop!” She heads to the turn to turn the open sign. “Oh,” she adds, “And delete those pics!”