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Lana is walking through her house when she sees you and screams. You quickly snap a photo of her in front of a photo of Elvis Pressly. "You asked me to be here!" you tell her.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"You wanted me to come take nude photos of you in various poses and in various rooms. You told me you wanted this to be the sluttiest photo shoot ever."

"Sorry, it just slipped my mind," she said. "So, how do you want to begin?" She starts to strip.