Y-yes…

Lena swallowed hard, her lips trembling against the finger that lingered just long enough to make her hesitate. Finally, she gave a tiny nod, voice barely audible. “Y-yes… I’m here for the photoshoot.”

The Model’s smirk widened instantly, their eyes flashing as if she had been waiting for that very phrase. “Good girl. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Without giving her a chance to rethink, her hands slid to the hem of Lena cream sweater again. This time, there was no teasing lift-and-drop—it was a decisive tug upward. The soft fabric rose, baring her midriff completely and climbing toward her chest. Lena squeaked in protest, arms half-raised to stop them, but the Model only guided her wrists up higher.

“Arms up,” she ordered smoothly, as if it were the most natural instruction in the world. And somehow, Lena obeyed.

In one motion, the sweater was peeled away, tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair. The cool air kissed her exposed blue t-shirt, the outline of her bra faint beneath the thin cotton.

The Model stepped back, eyes traveling deliberately over the new reveal, then circling her like a predator assessing prey. “Now that’s better,” she murmured, fingertips trailing along Lena bare stomach, dipping just under the hem of her shirt before retreating again, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Lena hugged her arms across her chest instinctively, but the Model only chuckled, shaking her head. “No hiding. The lens is hungry now. And you? You’ve just given me permission to feed it.”

The model's hands slid back down to her undone belt, flicking it aside completely, fingers brushing across the top button of her jeans. “One step at a time,” she whispered, thumb pressing lightly at the button as she waited, daring Lena to stop her.

Clothing Status

Lena: partially stripped — cream-colored sweater removed and tossed aside, slim blue jeans with brown belt dangling loose and undone, blue t-shirt lifted to reveal outline of bra, worn white sneakers, socks, bra, and thong.