Thread: bon appetit // deliciouslust & sixlikesgore.

Hardly a delay, I think you were rather early, actually. Komi Chouko, pleased to meet you finally, face to face. The sight before her wasn't one that Ingrid could've anticipated to witness - not so soon upon meeting her client. To be greeted in nothing but a silk robe that cut short just shy of Anna's mid-thigh was definitely a sight to behold. Naturally, Ingrid had seen many of pieces of work she'd contributed in, but seeing a photograph or video was much different than witnessing something in person. No matter the definition on the camera, it didn't do her milky skin any justice. If it weren't for the acceptation of Ingrid's extended hand, the raven-haired photographer would've found herself more than slightly distracted by her wandering orbs. Luckily, 'Komi's' firm grasp was enough to snap her discreetly back to focus, and Ingrid didn't take her eyes off the woman before her. It was obvious from the way Komi's fingers lingered that there was a sense of dominance under-toning her actions, and it took all of Ingrid's strength to hide the smile of amusement that was threatening to show itself instead, the photographer let her freshly released hand drop to collect one of the bags at her feet. Just from the few moments she'd been standing on Komi's step, Ingrid knew she'd underestimated the woman before her the air that the Eurasian seeped was everything that Ingrid had been looking for, and had mildly underestimated how Komi would carry herself. That confidence was enough to make Ingrid's mouth water with want. And the way Komi abruptly turned to show her backside to Ingrid and continue on her way, expecting her photographer to follow, left a playful jolt springing into the killer's step. Carefully, Ingrid collected her things and stepped into the opening of the elegant home, closing the door behind her with a gentle ease of her boot. So dominant, and self-assured.. yes. This was exactly the woman she needed. Like a good, meek hired hand, Ingrid remained on the welcome mat, further awaiting her instructions as Komi's round rump disappeared into the kitchen. Right to business I like that, she responded, biting back the grin from seeping into her words too heavily. Meet you down there. With her bags still in tote, Ingrid made her way for the appointed elevator. After a slight struggle of juggling her bags and attempting to press the basement's button, she entered the squared room and relaxed. Not entirely, unaware if there were camera set ups within Komi's household, but enough to make it look natural a chance to 'breathe without the boss' around. It was quick lived as the elevator dinged once more, sounding her arrival to the basement level of the home. Exiting, Ingrid almost cursed under her breath when she entered the main portion of the room they'd obviously be conducting their shoot in. Never before had Ingrid seen a space like this especially not in someone's home. The chills it erupted over her body had her momentarily distracted, until her hazel orbs traced over one of the many lights positioned around the room. Yes.. she was her on 'business'. Finding a spot near the entrance to set her bags down and out of the way, Ingrid started to set her own equipment up, knowing which camera and lens to start out with first. Luckily, she wouldn't have to fiddle around with the lighting set up, considering Komi had already taken the liberty to hire a crew to do so. That left more time for them to get into the photo shoot, rather than the boring set up - something that Ingrid was slightly starting to guess that Komi enjoyed exceptionally. We'll get along beautifully.. Ingrid mused to herself with a wicked smile, pushing her battery pack into the camera to power it up. Confident that her main camera was in good shape and ready to go, the raven haired beauty began to set her tripod up to get it out of the way, and set up with a recorder. She'd been so enthralled with positioning it in the perfect angle - far back enough to get a good span, but cocked enough so nothing was cut off - that the elevator's ding hadn't even aroused her senses. Which was good - in a way. It made it appear as though her one hundred percent focus was strictly on her job, and that she took it seriously. But, that wasn't entirely true.. not with the thought of how Komi's thighs would taste between her teeth lingering in the back of Ingrid's mind. Such delicate pockets of flesh..