Thread: bon appetit // deliciouslust & sixlikesgore.

Anna Hui was found upstairs in the master bedroom when the doorbell rang to indicate that her guest had arrived. The Eurasian beauty gave another comb through her silken dark brown hair, fashioned into a classic bob with a straight fringe, with her brush before she acknowledged the arrival of her guest with an elegant lift of her brow. That was rather strange, her new photographer was actually relatively early, that was a first. It was a peculiar note that she excused for that she had a need of a new photographer for some time. She thought had another hour or two, but she could work with this. Her makeup had already been applied this morning, although she hadn't exactly made up her mind on what to wear. This was between looking presentable or dressing up for the shot. An exhibitionist at heart, she merely took a black silk robe and threw it on her bare body, tying it closed. The robe had red accents in form of a spider web motif along its edge and covered her body to her mid-thigh, barely covering the tattoos of the red ribbons that adorned the back of her leg akin to a stocking top. She took another look at the mirror of her dresser to look over her appearance again, admittedly there were few flaws one could find on her. There was a silver monroe piercing on her upper left lip, as well as another piercing on her lower lip to mirror. Her right nostril was pierced with a simple ring that fit in snuggly against her. Anna slowly formed a smile on her painted lips, she eager to see who she would be welcoming into her parlour. The sultry Eurasian vamp was an internet celebrity, one who was known for her works in glamour shoots, fetish modelling, and provocative sexual performances when the mood suited her. It was not something she found neither shame nor embarrassment in, as she had come to be addicted to attention even prior to her first nude shot, to do what she loved and getting paid for the attention she got. She had long burnt bridges with her conservative parents and deserted her friends to move to the West Coast. Her personality name was ' Komi Chouko ', to give herself more of an exotic appeal with those who didn't know better. She had been doing for some time, almost a decade in fact. However, she had to admit that her success didn't come from just posing pretty and acting lewdly, Her last photographer, Robert Tate, really had an objective eye on the industry and produced high-quality work with her help. Unfortunately, he had decided to retire and move back to Australia with his wife. That put a slight snag on her fame and income. It was perhaps fortunate that she had already a substantial amount of money and materials saved up to this point, allowing her to bide her time until she found the right one. She figured it would take a while to sift through all of them on the West Coast before she found the right one. There was already a hungry photographer waiting around the corner. Out of all the resumes and online chats she exchanged, this Ingrid Thorson seemed to prove the most promising. Peculiar that she was the most qualified on paper, had an impressive portfolio, and had enough space in her schedule to be on time? Strange, but excusable. Pulling open the door, the barely dressed Komi greeted her guest personally. Her first reaction was a quick quirk of her slender brows, finding herself caught off guard by the woman's appearance. Admittedly, she had perhaps expected someone older and closer to Robert Tate's age, instead of a woman who might arguably be younger than she was. Her smoky almond eyes narrowed on her inquisitively and drank in her appearance as she seemed to evaluate her wordlessly. The ripped jeans and the bit of skin showing was rather conventional for someone living on the West Coast, trendy and common. However, the woman the clothes housed was an entirely different matter. She was attractive and her cheekbones caught her attention. However, it was the eyes that enthralled her. There was something intense about them that made her ask further questions about her and an interest that dangerously went beyond professional. Eventually, her scrutinizing gaze softened and she gave the woman before her soft smile. Hardly a delay, I think you were rather early, actually. Komi Chouko, pleased to meet you finally, face to face. She took her hand and gave it a firm shake, her eyes still trained on her to reach her every moment and reaction. While she couldn't quite put her finger on it, she knew that this was a woman she couldn't look away from so easily. After the shake of her hand, her grasp slipped away and she held her fingers to show some control over her, then she gently released her from her hold. Almost dismissively, she turned away from her and made her way to the kitchen. Komi walked on tall black platform heels as if they were slippers, clicking against the marble steps of her foyer and echoing through her spacious home. She stayed her by herself usually, only calling a cleaning crew every week to clean the place up and door the chores. I see that you've brought your gear. That's good. I was hoping to get into it on your first day here. I already know what you can do, now it's time to put that camera into use, my dear. You can take your things downstairs and start setting up. Take the elevator and don't hurt yourself. I don't want any delays with the shoot. The production crew already came in and set up everything that's needed. It'll just be you, and I. She said with a rich tone, the slight purr of her final words could be felt even as she disappeared into the kitchen to fetch herself a cup of coffee, and a little pick-me-up to compliment it. Out of the view of her newest photographer, she took a slight dab of white powder on her little finger and gave it a quick snort to make it disappear. It was likely going to be a long day, after all.