Do you let it continue?

Put an end to it.

With his hand on the inside of my thigh, I instinctively close my knees, pinning his hand before reaching down and brushing it away.

Daniel's expression seems to darken for a split second, gone so quickly that I'm not even sure I saw what I thought I saw.

When Daniel steps back, he snaps a couple of shots, pauses as if considering something, then sits down his camera while he adjusts a couple of the props.

Picking his camera up again, Daniel takes a half dozen more pictures from different angles, "You can get up now. Lets do a costume change and start another set of pictures." He says pleasantly, "Choose whatever catches your fancy." He adds with a smirk, his eyes trailing over my body in a way that makes me uneasy.

I'm surprised at how unsteady I feel when I stand. Casting a glance at Daniel, I return to the changing room.