Thread: Miss Bathory's Latest Model {darkest_fate&DeRe}

This had to be one of the prettiest, most involved outfits that Sophie had ever gotten the opportunity to model. The whole affair just had so many layers and parts to it. Sophie could feel the hat pinned to top of her hair, which had been elaborately teased and curled. Bits of light sandy brown fell about her soft rounded face, making her feel so very cultured even with the light makeup. The girl looked the natural even without duplicating makeup that might have perhaps fit the throwback feel of the piece. With its intricate embroidery and billowy sleeves, the top part of the garb felt like a meticulously done throwback to some bygone era. Sophie almost swore that actual whalebones pinched her already trim waist into a near perfect hourglass. The corset certainly pushed her breasts, which were a healthy size for her slender frame, up all the further. A bit of Sophie's bikini-line tan did show, which had resulted in some early tutting from Miss Bathory, complaints about how it might ruin the overall picture and a strong suggestion that Sophie look into tanning nude in the future. There had been similar comments made whenever Sophie's neatly trimmed bush had shown. The girl took care of her hair, but she certainly didn't want to shave it smooth she'd heard about that and it just sounded a bit too daring for her liking. Besides, she'd already sworn to never model anything skimpy enough to warrant it. While her current outfit did end with a frilled skirt short enough to have caused fainting spells among those who would've been its contemporaries, it didn't show anything below her taut heart-shaped rear. Said rear happened to be split by a lacy white thong that parted her decidedly whiter cheeks almost too well. At least the lacy front covered the necessaries. The light pink frills worked well too. Sophie's impressive legs currently had a set of white thigh-highs that wrapped almost too enticingly around them. The cute little bows made her want to drop into adorable curtsies each time she looked at them. And to think that she'd been nervous about this. Sophie had been in town for weeks now, desperate to find some modeling gig, regardless of its size. She'd left with some promises from a firm, and admittedly that first shoot had gone fairly well. But the sweet girl from a small town hadn't heard from them again. Which had left her nearly desperate and looking for a lifeline. When she'd gotten contact directly from a designer, she'd nearly fainted. When she'd seen the line, she'd gone into a fit. The phone had come out immediately for her to text her friend back home BATHORY WANTS ME FOR A SHOOT!!!! . she hadn't even needed to see the details, all the promises of money and so forth. She'd have done this for absolutely nothing. Sophie had practically grown up watching Bathory's cutting edge designs. She and her friends had pretended to be the woman growing up, making dresses for each other and trying them on. Sophie had totally made it. Then she'd arrived at the relatively remote location, sort of surprised. But the setup was just gorgeous an opulent mansion that dripped with class and red and gold and just everything that made a girl want to gasp and dip her toe in a pool of caviar. Then there had been Miss Bathory herself, all lean and sexy and confident. She'd practically swept Sophie up, ushering her into the depths of the house. Then a whirlwind of assistants prepping her while Bathory talked about how she'd wanted a fresh face and how Sophie looked like everything she could possibly want and how she'd fit the outfit they had just splendidly. There had been the slightly awkward moment when Sophie found herself effectively stripped by assistants so that Bathory could look at her nude body, hence why Bathory knew about the bikini tan lines and slight bikini bush. But Sophie had recovered. She looked good Bathory liked her appearance. She'd rock this campaign and bring it home for her town. They'd adjourned to a private room. Bathory insisted in the most minimal of crew. In fact, Sophie hadn't even seen the camera or lighting crew just Bathory herself. There had been an initial exchange and then... Oh, something needs adjusting? Sophie repeated, blinking. She ran her hands along her sides, smoothing out frills and looking around. I don't---I guess if you want to come up and arrange it it's fine? Sophie didn't know what else to say. She'd experienced similar things. Sometimes directors sprayed water at her or got a fan or insisted that she throw one leg over the other or something. So maybe Bathory just wanted to make sure the outfit rode just right? Sophie just knew that she was definitely not going to screw this up. Whatever Bathory wanted or did, she intended to take. She'd wow this woman and be set. This was her make or break moment, and Sophie fully intended to be made.