Model Clothes

Izzy steps further into Marcus's room, her eyes drifting over the camera setup — the softbox lights, the tripod, the DSLR on the desk. She fidgets with the hem of her white t-shirt, then looks back at him with a curious tilt of her head.

"Actually… I was wondering… do you have, like, model clothes?" she asks, her voice a little hesitant. "I mean, you do shoots for bands and stuff. You must have outfits people wear for them. I just thought, if you have something that photographs better than a t-shirt and shorts..."

Marcus smirks, already moving toward a closet in the corner of the room. He pulls open the door, revealing a neat rack of clothes — jackets, dresses, a few button-ups, and then he pulls out a folded piece of white fabric.

"Actually, yeah," he says, tossing it to her. "Had a beach shoot a few months back. Client never picked these up."

Izzy catches it against her chest, and as she unfolds it, her breath catches. It's a white bikini — top and bottoms, minimal, clean lines, the kind of thing that would stand out sharply against her skin under soft lighting.

She holds it up against her chest, looking down at herself, then back at him. Her cheeks warm.

"This might photograph better than the pink dress, honestly," she says softly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. Plus this is definitely steamier… just like Joe wanted.