She cooperates with the photoshoot

**** back tears, Marian nods. "I'll do what you say... "

"Smart girl. Let's get that steel off you." He squats and unlocks her leg shackles, then her handcuffs. He gives her a moment to rub feeling back into her wrists and ankles before helping her to her feet. "Smooth your sweater and skirt down; I want you to look like you've just come in, not like - well, like you've been on your knees." She checks herself over, grateful to get her skirt covering her thighs properly again. She is too focused on unsuccessfully ignoring the fact that the man is still both naked and aroused to notice Katie slipping her phone in a hip pocket and pulling out a proper camera. Satisfied with the state of her clothes, Marian reaches up to tuck a stray wisp of hair back into her tight bun.

The man looks her over approvingly. "OK. I'll be giving directions, and Katie's going to be snapping pics as we go. Stand by that display of - 'Women of Science'? - and look happy... Why are you frowning?"

"C-could you put on some pants? It's hard to pretend to be happy with your, uh, your that, staring me in the face."

He rolls his eyes, but gestures to Katie, who hands him a pair of boxers out of the bag. "I warn you, that's the only free request you get. Ready?" Marian nods, unconvincingly. "Good. Gesture at the books on the display - and smile..."

It takes a moment for Marian to achieve her usual "friendly librarian" smile, but once she does, she goes into autopilot, showing off the books collectively and individually with all the enthusiasm of a game show hostess. Katie circles, taking uncounted pictures, as the man occasionally suggests variations on poses. Just as Marian's arms are getting tired, he gestures for her to stop.

"Walk over to the end of the row there, under the light. Unpin your bun, and shake your hair loose. Slowly." She does as instructed, and blonde hair cascades down her back to her waist, the shifting weight pulling her chin up to an almost haughty angle. "Tremendous. Now, blow the camera a kiss... good... now, let's open that blouse a bit, shall we? Two - no, three - buttons should do..." Marian hesitates, and starts to protest, but the man clears his throat sternly. "It's this or the auction. Choose fast."