You step in and see the condo

"Welcome to the office", Shari says, stepping around you and giving you the tour.

It's a one bedroom, one bathroom, condominium with a kitchenette immediately to your right, living area straight ahead, bedroom to the left, and the bathroom beside the bedroom just off the living area. Across from you, you see a decent-sized balcony with a sliding glass door and some patio furniture, with windows on either side.

In the space where a dining table would be she has a photography backdrop stand against the wall, and white and green backdrops rolled neatly up in the corner along with lighting equipment folded and stowed away. Rather than a typical living room set she has a loveseat and a couch, placed against the wall with end tables around them, and a small coffee table. She doesn't have a television in the living room, but you see a bluetooth speaker set on the kitchenette's island.

She shows you the bedroom, where there is a queen-size bed against the corner with a single end table, and next to it is a small computer desk with a chair and a fairly impressive-looking home computer sitting on it, along with mouse, keyboard, digital tablet, and a couple game controllers. On the other side is a walk-in closet that's mostly empty except various sexy outfits and lingerie on hangars, with a dresser and free standing cabinet unit tucked inside.

Across from the bed is a decently-sized flat screen, and in the corner of the bedroom next to the television is a camera stand with a camera on it, and more lighting equipment. The bathroom is small but has been clearly refurbished, with a toilet-bidet combo, walk-in shower, and wall-mounted basin with a plastic storage unit underneath next to a small linen closet.

The apartment is sparsely decorated, apart from some small statuettes and a couple hanging painted pieces, mostly of the erotic persuasion, but the furniture matches in style and color throughout the condo. The condo doesn't feel very home-like, giving more the impression of a working space, perfectly suited for Shari's line of work.

You ask, curious, "you don't live here, do you?"

Shari says, "I crash here sometimes when I'm tired, but I live in my house. This is just where I shoot and stream. I had some issues with the HOA shooting in the house, so I just brought my business here. More privacy, fewer Karens." Shari walks into her closet, opening a dresser door. She fishes around in it a minute, and pulls out a pair of men's sleep shorts and a T-shirt that still have their tags on them.

Handing them to you, she says, "you can't be comfortable in those work clothes, you wanna take a shower really fast and change?"

You hold the clothes, saying, "uhh, thanks". Shari says, "no problem, I keep spare clothes here in case of accidents or the need to change, it comes in handy sometimes. There are travel-size bottles of stuff you can use in the closet, and disposable razors," she finishes, ushering you into the bathroom.

You open the closet, and marvel at the variety of condoms, female condoms, types of lube, dental dams, disposable douches, and other assorted adult-related items in the closet, among the expected toiletries, towels and washcloths, cosmetics, and cleaning supplies. You find a basket of travel-size toiletries, and pull out what you need along with a towel and washcloth. You strip, get in the shower, shave, dry off, and pull the tags off the shorts and T-shirt before putting them on.

You step out of the shower, and see Shari bent over, rooting around in the fridge. She's changed into a pair of pajama shorts that barely cover her ass, and a loose, off-shoulder tee that hangs off her skinny frame. From this angle, you see she has an upper back piece tattoo, a side piece on her torso, tattoos on the front and back of her thighs and calves, an ankle piece on her right ankle, and a foot piece on her left foot. The tattoos are all very well done and tasteful, and generally have a retro biker theme with lots of flowers, ivy, vines, and thorns.

Shari says, her head still stuck in the fridge, "I don't keep anything that goes bad in the condo, mostly frozen stuff, canned stuff, snacks, and bottles of water and sports drinks. So, I have chips, pretzels, and stuff if you want something to snack on...I did pick us up a six-pack earlier if you want another beer, but I don't usually keep **** here on account of the talent. You game?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, "thanks for letting me shower and the change of clothes, I needed it".

"No problem," Shari says, standing up and shutting the fridge door, holding a couple beer bottles in her hand. She's let her hair down, and it falls to just below her shoulders in wavy locks. Her small breasts barely show in the loose cloth, but her pierced nipples poke out slightly, leaving indentations in the thin cloth. She pulls a bottle opener out of a drawer and pops the tops off, handing you a bottle, and asks, "want to sit in here and talk, or watch TV in the bed?"

"Whatever you want to do," you say. She says, "fuck it, let's sit on the balcony".