Thread: bon appetit // deliciouslust & sixlikesgore.

Komi let out a slow sigh long after Ingrid had disappeared into the small elevator and was taken to the studio downstairs, the buzz from her small high slowly fading out as she returned to reality. She gave a quick snort of her nose and made her way back upstairs. While Ingrid was getting set up for their shoot and left to her own devices, Komi had some preparations of her own to do. Earlier, she did mention that she didn't want any delays in the shoot but she didn't mention the part of that Komi was free to delay as much as she wanted. After all, Ingrid was merely a contracted employee and Komi was the real boss here. She returned to her room at her own pace. At the very least, make-up had already been done. She merely had to get into her thematic outfit and make herself available for the shoot. Today's shoot will focus on a theme, which she will make sexy and scandalize to some effect to make a fetish out of it. The thing with Komi, she had been doing this for a while that she could probably make wearing a paper bag sexy, somehow. Along the way, she did pass a small alcove before her room, shrouded by the overhanging lavish velvet curtains that could hide it at a moment's notice. Ingrid was right to guess that Komi would have a camera set-up in her estate. She did live in a rather large home with many valuables and she did have own security to be concerned of. In more tense times, when the odd stalker appeared, she would hire some security in residence to watch over her and they would be stationed in the alcove. However, in more quiet times, she would make use of the alcove herself. She perhaps fancied herself as a closet stalker, ironically enough. In her free time, she would sometimes scan through the recordings of her guests here and watch what they would do when left to themselves. Ingrid wasn't an exception to this passing hobby. Komi reached over for the switch and turned back time on the display, watching Ingrid in the elevator with interest. On the surface, she seemed anxious enough. However, that face and those distinctive features still fascinated her, wanting to peel the layers within her. Of course, failing that, she might settle to merely peel her clothes off instead. There was some wolf in this sheep, that much she could tell. When she looked to another screen, showing her setting up, she lost interest and made her way into her room. Anna Hui's personal estate had easily more room than someone like her could use. There were enough square feet on her property to host the stay of a large family and a few guests, which was more than enough for a single woman who was never married. The basement itself was reserved for photo and video shoots, and she did make a large amount of money with her popularity to splurge on the production whenever she wished. There were some sets that lingered around, tarped with both heavy clothes and plastic sheets, ones that seemed to be a feudal Asian tea house and another seem to be a classroom that was in the middle of being dismantled. In this particular instance, Komi contracted a company to build her a hospital operating room in her basement. It was half of one, anyway, considering that it was only meant to be a set shot from one side. It was complete with a bed, overhanging bright lights, some rented hospital contractions, and the tiled wall featured a few lit displays with x-rays. Ingrid was kept waiting for nearly a half an hour, something that Komi did intentionally. There was something she liked testing people's patience and their composure. Considering that she was their employer, they usually had to pretend to play nice regardless how much she abused them and she found some joy in that. The same elevator that Ingrid used eventually dinged and the doors opened to reveal Komi dressed in a rather scandalous and fetishized nurse's outfit. It was a white latex dress that hugged every one of her curves like a second skin, shaping around her lovely hips and the contours of her voluptuous breasts. The material pressed against her chest enough hint the pierced barbells on both her nipples, displaying an impressive valley of cleavage. Her legs were adorned with lace-topped stockings and she walked on clear platform heels, hardly wobbling on them despite their practicalness. Completing the rest of the outfit was naturally the nurse's headdress, showing the iconic red cross. As she moved fluidly toward Ingrid, there were the slight creaks of the tight material she wore. She looked at Ingrid impassively at first, then she showed a hint of a smile on her lips. I'm sure you're quite familiar with how all of this goes? The last thing I want to do is fluster you. At least, she said with a lingering note as she looked her over. ...While you're working the camera. You're on the clock for business. She gave her an expectant look, giving her a coy quirk of her slender brow, trying to have some fun with her.