Move onto the third shoot.

After that, you can see Amara already coming out from behind the curtains, still nervous given the scenario, though eager to join the fun two others were already having. It's unlikely anyone in Castle Phoenix as done something like this before, and while a few will likely come out guns blazing, stepping out to a small crowd of people waiting for you to pose all sexy-like in a brand new outfit would be anxiety-inducing for the majority of people.

"Amara Tedrilui. Elf." Luna gestures a hand elegantly towards the approaching young woman. "Elven designs stem from ancient days where they wore only what they could find deep in the forests of the world. Leaves. Vines. Since then, as they were able to obtain other materials, many still like to reference the times of old. I don't blame them, and I also love the elven style. I wanted to incorporate this into Amara's swimsuit as well."

"She uses to cover up so much more," Fang comments. "It's like forbidden fruit. Maybe I should avert my gaze." She leans in closer, and stares so intently for so long that her eyes begin to dry.

"I'm a believer that a modest outfit can still be incredibly stunning, and even sexy. Amara here isn't wearing something as... revealing, as the others so far, though a certain degree of that can't really be avoided if our goal is to make the modern swimsuit. As you can see, her top resembles the wings of a pixie. As you all know, they're also a people often found deep in forests. Unlike elves, they never moved away from that. Ancient elves and pixies used to be incredibly close. Even now, we have more than one elf, as well as more than one pixie, living here in Castle Phoenix. It's a lovely thing to see.

"One might also say her top is like the body of a butterfly. Though green, and with a material resembling leaves, which it should. Not only did I use your traditional mix of nylon and spandex, but a special plant that grows only in Silverleaf. By touch, you could hardly tell it wasn't cotton. Don't go up and squeeze now, but her swimsuit actually has a very fine, soft texture. Around that, trim that looks like thin white string, but it was actually harvested from the web of a large arachnid which also lives within the same forest."

"I know of these," Amara responds. "To be wearing something that reminds me so deeply of home... Thank you, Luna."

"Of course, dear. It was my pleasure." Luna then looks back to the others. "While those strings adorn her top and also function to tie behind her back, the same material can be, and was, used to make the special material which I used for her skirt, if you wish to call it one."

Hanging from her hips is a garment that looks more like a wisp of white smoke around her thighs, or a mist that follows wherever she walks. It blows more freely though the air than a feather, and it's almost difficult to see. The translucent material hangs over a pair of bottoms that matches her top in both colour and texture.

Though she never usually wears such a thing, you can see faint pink lipstick. Her cheeks have been subtly powdered by appear brighter as well. Her nails are painted to match, though are a more solid shade of pink than her soft lips, and of course, she wears the enchanted collar around her neck. Luna always finds a way to make an outfit match the one accessory she refuses to remove.

Well, it isn't like she can without your key anyway. That's her favourite part of it.

Her smile is inviting. You're almost drawn in to join her, but now's not the time for that. Not yet. You're the photographer, and your muse has approached the reassembled photo shoot set eager for her turn.

The magic lights are changed. Now, they emit a faint blue glow. A tarp is set up, softening the light of the sun. Beneath, a silken blanket is covered in pillows. The set isn't dark, but the midday energy of the previous two shoots has shifted to quiet, soothing comfort, as if it's already time to stop for the day and cuddle up before bed.

Amara lays upon the bed of pillows and quietly whispers, "So soft..." as she gets comfortable.

She touches her fingertip to her lips in an alluring, adorable fashion, and only a moment passes by before she already decides on what to do next. She picks up one of the pillows and places it between her legs, spreading her knees apart as she turns towards you--nail still to her mouth.

After that, however, she's already lost. "Uhm. This is very beyond me," she admits.

"You're doing great!" Fang responds. "How about... You should use your legs somehow. You're an elf after all. Look at those things! So long and slender. You're somehow graceful and elegant even when you don't know what you're doing. It's amazing."

"Like this?" Amara leans to her side. She lifts one leg and points her toes straight up--flexible.

You make sure that not a second nor an inch is missed. Through the YiivCam, you take in the length of her leg. Then, her cute bare stomach. It's everything, really. Elves are naturally beautiful, though that's especially the case for their skin--flawless, smooth, almost radiant. She isn't flat either. Compared to the previous two girls, of course the competition seems impossible, but she has a modest chest which looks captivating even in a top that isn't as skimpy. It's still a bikini.

Amara then turns away. Her hair is long, so as not to block the view of her back, she parts it over her shoulder and glances back to you with a happy glint in her eye. It reminds you of the move her mother did just the other day in the bath--showing off her bare backside by wrapping her golden locks to the side.

Speaking of bare, you look quite surprised as she loosens the string of her top.

You've already gotten some adorably sexy pics with her bikini on, though you grip the camera intently as you wait for what's next. She stops with it so loose that it's nearly fallen, which makes for a fantastic tease. Then with an arm over her chest, she extends a hand to the side with the top dangling between her fingers. There, she remains posed yet again.

Yaera shouts from the edge of the curtains, "That is my daughter! I am so proud of you!"

Amara blushes further. "S-Stop..." she mumbles under her breath.

Fang is like a seasoned racer. She squats down with a foot back into the grass, though instead of waiting for the shot to call in the race, she's listening for the YiivCam to stop. The moment you're finished snapping pics, she sprints forth. You notice she has a book tucked under her arm as she goes.

After dropping said book onto the pillows, she leans in to whisper something to Amara. Then just as quickly, she disengages. Fang then looks to you with a thumbs-up.

"You really are born to direct," you say.

Probably not directing something safe for work, but a natural nonetheless.

You look back to Amara, and you're given quite the art piece to admire.

She's completely topless still, but she's facing the camera. What concealed her tits is not her arms or hands, but the opened book. It's hardcover and rather small, but it's just enough to squeeze against her chest to keep the camera from snapping a shot of her bare breasts. She leans partly to her side. That's when you notice her bottoms are also loose. Fang has set them up very specifically to remain on, yet barely. You can see the dangling strings. The translucent skirt of course does nothing to help, except to accentuate her natural beauty as a lovely accessory.

As you start taking pictures, you notice they're perhaps a little overly undone. You can just barely see a hint of her pussy--the top of a pair of lips, the same colour as what's painted on her face. Whether it's on purpose or not, you'll likely need to offload the YiivCam soon given how much you're pressing the button in response.

One among these final ones will look incredible on the wall by your bed--an image of the sun having set to a perfect evening. The image alone feels soft to the touch within the realm of your mind, like a delicate goodnight before a wonderful sleep.

When she stands up, facing away towards the curtains, she does more to cover her top than her bottom. Her bare ass slips free, granting you one final shot before awaiting the next girl's turn.

Fang applauds as she departs. "Niki, Eva, and Amara. As incredible as ever. I uhm... Ahem--" She clears her throat and fidgets strangely in place. "I know it's fall, but it's warm out here, huh?"

You laugh under her breath. Kitty Sense aside, you can tell she's getting incredibly worked up, and despite the joke earlier, she's definitely not going to start touching herself in front of everybody.

"Do you need an ice bath?" Luna asks.

"No! Bring on the next babe. The show must go on, and as Castle Phoenix's expert on women, I must be here!"

"So many have expressed interest that this truly will take all day. I'm not complaining of course. I'm overjoyed. Well then, if everybody is ready and the set is nearly finished, let's call out the next. Or would you like to take a turn, dear Fang?"

"Oh I will, but not yet. I wanna keep this momentum going. It's too much fun!"