Yes...

Andrea stared at herself. One pic… What could it hurt? “Will you delete it if I don't like it?” She asked looking to Katy.

“Of course.” Katy replied with a smile lifting the camera to her face and spying through. Her model wasn’t right. Lowering the camera Katy stepped up to the slightly larger woman and put a finger on her lips. “Okay…” She mumbled before turning her back to the counter and placing both her palms on it and leaned back extending her legs out to the floor. “Can I get you to do this?”

Andrea just looked at Katy, obviously communicating her lack of desire to play ball in that regard.

Standing there, arms across her chest, breasts shelved atop of them. Katy stepped back, stared through the view finder and thought about those cold dead eyes, in need of something to fulfill an internal void.

Snap.

Andrea shuddered, the cold chill fiercer than before. As it surged through her she tingled all over, pleasurably and electrically. Rolling her shoulder she suppressed a surfacing desire to fondle herself, too distracted by the sensations rolling through her body to think about how it didn't make sense to feel that way suddenly.

Katy pulled out the screen and flipped it to present to Andrea, hoping the camera would show her what she wanted to see.

Andrea gazed at the photo trying to shake the feeling from her body, what little corrupted booze she had imbibed was compounded now by the chunk of her soul the camera had stolen, a large bite consumed by the Idol with intention of this wounded prey escaping no further from its pleasurable reach.

Andrea's mind buzzed with incoherent whispers, gazing at the image the face was commanding, maybe even demanding. ‘Come fuck me', she kind of wished she had worn something that showed her cleavage, not to say her top failed to present her assets proudly. The runny eye liner and puffy eyes made her think of one of her kinky exes, and how she used to gag on his cock almost painfully looking to please him.

That’s all she wanted, she was a submissive person. Who just wanted to please…

“Another couple photos? Maybe that pose?” Katy asked, supressing her amusement by the dazed look on the brunettes face as she gazed up at the corrupted photographer.

A hundred images of scantily clad models posing in washrooms flooded Andrea's mind. They made her feel over dressed. Where were these thoughts…

Andrea leaned back against the counter, stretching her legs straight, arching her back and almost looking upside down into the mirror. As she posed there for a moment her mind struggled to raise alarm. We didn't…

Snap.

The cold pleasurable surge cut through her, whisking away more of her resistant soul into the Idol's voracious abyss. Andrea turned around, facing the mirror as she bent over and cupped her breasts relishing the complimentary surge of pleasure extending out.

Snap.

She reached behind herself, snagging the dress zipper, pulling it down. Pulling her hair forward over her shoulder she reached back, right hand on left shoulder, left hand on right. Gazing left over her shoulder at the camera, she posed as she spread and peeled the dress. Like a snake shedding its skin.

In her case, shedding her inhibition, and soul.

Snap. The shoulders became exposed.

Snap. It peeled down off her torso.

Snap. She shed the bra.

Snap. She turned around, cradling her natural G cup breasts in her arms.

Snap. Andrea started with a gentle squeeze of her breasts, moving into massaging her nipples as she concealed them allowing her breasts to hang full and free.

Snap. Pinching her nipples she rolled them between her thumbs and finger moaning as her face increasingly adopted a gaze of wanton passion and desire.

It wasn't enough though. Andrea half wondered what had come over her, each half thought quickly subsided by the next wave of icy pleasure as the camera consumed more of her soul for the Idol. Increasingly the fiber of her being was deprived of thoughts, morals and inhibitions.

Katy grimaced malevolently with joy at the growing influence over her latest model. She had already done so much for the woman, freeing her of her grief and burden of societal norms.

Katy wondered what to have her do next… Or was she ready to be cut loose into the emergent sexual depravity of the hotel.