The First Session

The next morning, Stacy woke up early, nervous but clearly excited. She tried on the few clothes she had several times and finally chose a simple floral sundress with thin straps that hugged her breasts and clung to her hips.

“Do I look okay?” she asked, spinning around in front of Sam.

“You look beautiful,” he replied, though his smile was a little tense. He had barely slept, still haunted by Lila’s voice.

Victor was waiting for her downstairs in the agency office. The studio was professional and bright: white walls, soft lighting, and various sets. There was a makeup artist named Carla and a 35-year-old photographer named Marcos — tall, serious, and professional-looking.

“Welcome, Stacy,” Victor said with a warm, paternal smile. “Today we’re just doing some tests. We’ll start with casual clothes, as if you were going about your daily life.”

Stacy relaxed a little. Carla applied soft makeup that highlighted her blue eyes and full lips. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Stacy was surprised: she had never seen herself look so beautiful.

The first hour was comfortable. Casual poses — smiling, walking, sitting in a decorated kitchen. Marcos guided her patiently and showered her with compliments: “Very natural,” “You have an incredible glow,” “The camera loves you.”

Stacy gradually loosened up. She enjoyed the constant attention.

Then Victor approached with several garments.

“Now we’ll try the summer fashion catalog. These are bikinis and swimsuits. There’s a changing room over there. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.”

Stacy hesitated, biting her lower lip. She looked at the swimsuit Victor was showing her: it was much more revealing than anything she had ever worn at the river back in the village.

“Mmm… I don’t know…” Stacy said uncertainly.

“Only if you want to,” Victor replied calmly. “It’s a bit more revealing, but nothing obscene. If you’d rather stick to casual clothes, that’s perfectly fine.”

Stacy thought about the money, the apartment, Sam… and how good it felt to be admired.

“…I can try it,” she whispered.

The swimsuit was tight. When she came out, she covered her chest with one arm, embarrassed. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her large breasts and round ass.

Marcos smiled professionally.

“Breathe, Stacy. You look incredible. Let’s take some beautiful photos.”

The poses gradually became more intense: from the side, from behind, slightly bent over. Stacy felt embarrassed, but also a strange, pleasant warmth in her belly. No one had ever looked at her with such intensity.

Meanwhile, back in the apartment, Sam received a notification:

**LILA Connect:** 14 new photos of Stacy - Session 1

He opened the app with his heart racing. The first photos (in shorts and a blouse) were normal. In the swimsuit ones, she looked very exposed, but there was no pink filter. Only a discreet mark in the corner that read **“Beta Approved”** in elegant pink letters.

Sam let out a long sigh of relief. His fears from the previous night suddenly seemed ridiculous. *Stacy would never do anything weird,* he thought. *She’s too good and innocent.*

In the studio, the session ended after nearly three hours. Stacy changed back into her clothes, her cheeks still flushed.

Victor approached her while she was gathering her things.

“You were excellent for your first time. I need to tell you something, Stacy. Our agency is a bit special. In addition to regular modeling, we have a patronage system: premium clients with significant financial means who look for models for more artistic and exclusive photo sessions. They pay very well. I don’t want you to get your hopes up yet, and for now I’d prefer you don’t mention this to Sam. I don’t want to worry him unnecessarily.”

Stacy felt a strong tingling in her stomach. The idea of receiving even more attention, earning more money, and doing something “adventurous” filled her with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Don’t worry,” she replied with a shy but determined smile. “I won’t say anything.”

Victor smiled, satisfied.

Stacy arrived back at the apartment after six in the evening. She walked in smiling and threw herself into Sam’s arms.

“I’m back! It went really well. Just normal photos and a few swimsuits. Everything was very professional. Look, 300 euros just for today!”

She showed him the envelope with the money. Sam hugged her tightly, relieved and proud.

Stacy didn’t mention the constant compliments, the strange feeling of power she had felt, or the conversation about the patrons.