Nate gives Lacy some options

Lacy was in awe. Nancy was so beautiful that if they were left alone in a room together right now, Lacy thought neither of them would make it back out into the light of day for hours. Nancy knew it, too. She was as riled up as Lacy was (or, well, maybe not THAT riled up), but she had a sultry smile like a movie starlet's. She was totally at ease with her nakedness. Lacy thought she would feel that way too, if she looked like that when she was naked.

Nate was still there, though, like a gnat buzzing around the corner of her eye. She didn't quite resent that he was there, but she didn't really know what he was doing there, either. It almost had a heightening effect on the hormones that were running through Lacy's body. The same tension that had made her frustrated with him earlier had also led her to listen to him right away when he'd told her to strip Nancy.

Then she remembered that Nate was holding a camera. Its viewfinder was showing both her and Nancy, but the focus was definitely on her. What made him do that, she wondered? An incredibly beautiful, naked woman was posing like a forest nymph in front of him, but he was focusing on the frazzled dirty-blonde instead?

"I got an idea," said Nate.

"What?" asked Lacy, nervous and excited. Nancy had rested her chin on Lacy's shoulder and wrapped her arms around the her waist.