The Graveyard's Embrace

Saturday night - and a dreary, if milder one at that. The air felt still, almost stagnant like a storm was brewing. The forecast was supposed to be clear and seemed to hold up besides the overcast and cloudy nature. Not ideal, Vittoria thought to herself as she pulled in to the cemetery entrance. The photographer she'd hired - a man named Steve - already awaited her; sat on the hood of his own car toying with his camera. "Traffic?" he quizzed, watching Vittoria's shapely leg extend from the black Audi. "Yeah, but not too bad. I see it's given you chance to get stuff ready at least. Thanks for doing this on a Saturday, by the way. Even if it did cost extra."

Steve couldn't help but fixate from beneath his cap, unsure how hidden his gaze would be as he slowly scanned up the length of Vittoria's leg. An almost shimmeringly-spotless black high heel contrasting the paleness of her alabaster skin. It seemed to keep going; unobstructed through the high-slit of her skirt. There was no doubting her impressive 6' 1" stature once she stood; Steve cleared his throat covertly. "Mnh. You look incredible and I'm not just saying that for sparing me the headache of adjusting the light for latex." he uttered, attempting to match the imposing woman's snark as his voice almost cracked. She was gorgeous in his eyes, finally meeting her own - an almost piercing white with the rim of each iris visible. Obviously contacts and a stark statement against the demure nature of her dress. The dress itself did well to preserve her modesty, offering only a slit of morbidly pale flesh that lead to her chest; an ample one at that. The whole garment had a flowy looseness to it that accentuated her form perfectly. Her hips were wide, significantly more-so that her waist would've led him to believe. Tummy tuck? Corset training? Fitness? Steve wasn't sure and it's not like he'd get an answer, even as thoughts of the photoshoot turning more erotic begun to fill his mind. Was it her stature? He wasn't certain how someone could be seemingly slim and so curvaceous at the same time.

"Ahem, right. I've already set up some of the backlighting and flash covers further in, can't miss 'em - umbrella looking things. Ground's firm enough, so that's nice.. But uh maybe stick to the path in those heels?" Vittoria nodded, smiling to the photographer before locking the car with her fob; two bleeps and a brief flash of lights confirming it. "Right. Oh and thank you again, for going the extra mile. I've been looking forward to a macabre shoot for a while now, but getting permits for abandoned asylums doesn't exactly come easy." she chirped; a pleasantly toned departure from her hard-faced gothic exterior. The idle click of those lengthy heels soon began to fill their uneasy surroundings, matching with the hearty-sway of her sizeable rump and wider hips. "Fuck..." Steve thought as he followed a short pace behind; backpack of lenses and extra gear slung over his left shoulder. The swish and sway of that high-cut dress screamed old money, fluid and demure with the confident strut of her gait.

It felt like the night had darkened more as they walked further into the hallowed grounds, coming to a halt at the little setup around one of the gravestones and Vittoria aptly stepped onto the ground-level portion to avoid the transition from path to dirt. Steve noted the impressive jostle of her bust within that dress, lingering as she stopped and examined the scene around her. She wasn't that young, but she was enticing - and gifted he thought. "If it isn't too rough, perhaps we could try a leg up on the stone? Or even better a foot, if you can do that. We can try a smaller one for that if we need to."

Vittoria smiled. "I like your thinking and I should be able to manage." She begun to hook a leg over the impressive stone, perching the back of her curvaceous thigh atop it. It highlighted the shape of her lower-leg and shoe perfectly.

"Yes, perfect!" Steve quipped, flicking a switch at the rear of both backing lamps, the excitement of both professionalism and attraction peaking in his tone. Vittoria's expression paused however, blinking as the photographic lights dazzled her a moment and the silhouette of something shifted a small distance behind them. It was probably nothing, she noted to herself.

Regaining her composure, she'd look directly at the camera as Steve raised it, offering an almost deviant little smirk that raised the corner of her lush, black-painted lips. "Excellent!" Steve quipped, snapping a couple shots that resulted in a quick double-flash.

A strange sound soon alerted them both, like ruffling on dirt and the crumple of stone. "What the fuck?" Vittoria asked as she looked to Steve, almost humorously perplexed. She found it a little amusing, being the horror-enthusiast she was, thinking little of it. The graveyard itself was somewhat unmaintained after all, with numerous stones in disrepair and the deeper portions of the allotment overgrown. "Hope you aren't afraid of ghosts." she mocked at Steve with a chuckle and repositioned herself. While she stone itself proved too high, she managed to brace her foot against the raised, ornate corner of it at an angle, showing off almost the entirety of her leg. Her dress draped perfectly between her legs, covering her modesty and accentuating the pale smoothness of her thigh.

"Uh, yeah. If you say so." Steve replied, far more uneasy until his eyes found themselves lingering over her lower-form. The camera sounded with another flash that lit the graveyard for a split second. The sounds grew louder, more hasty.