The Pale Girl

You walk over to the pale girl and she bashfully turns her head away from you, looking at you out of the corner of her eyes. "Do you want something?" She asks with a monotonous, gloomy voice.

You explain to her that you're a photographer looking for beautiful girls to model in photoshoots and that she may have exactly what you're looking for.

The girl's emotionless expression breaks for just a moment as you see a brief glimpse of curiosity, then sadness, before her face returns to its deadpan state, "Did my sister put you up to this?" She sighs, "Tell her it's not funny and that I'd really like to go home now."

You tell her that you've never met her sister and that this is a genuine offer. You say that you'd like to take some pictures that show off her unique beauty and that it might lead to a modeling career.

The pale girl turns to look at you directly, with an odd mix of cynicism and hope in her eyes, "Unique beauty?" She mutters quietly. Her face turns stern "If this is a prank I'll make sure both you and my sister pay." She hesitantly stands up, "So where do we do this? I'd prefer somewhere in the shade."