Alice gave me a once-over, crossed her arms, and said, "Not bad, you're qualified to take some photos with me."
With that, she tossed her head back and strutted towards the elevator, her hips swaying with every step.
Our studio was on the sixth floor, so we rode the elevator together.
As soon as we stepped out, the receptionist greeted Alice, and a bunch of other staff members followed suit.
Someone handed her clothes while another led her to the makeup room.
"Alice, today's shoot is themed 'Midsummer Night,' so the outfits are a bit more revealing. Are you cool with that? If not, we'll have to talk to the client."
The staff member showed Alice two sets of outfits as they walked.
Alice barely glanced at them and asked, "What about the men's outfits?"
"They're similar to yours. The client originally wanted matching couple outfits, but your husband nixed that and had separate outfits made for you two."
Wait, husband? Alice was married? How was I supposed to get close to her now?
But the mention of outfits caught my attention.
I couldn't find mine, but I saw Alice's. One was a pink deep V-neck dress that plunged down to her cleavage. One wrong move and there'd be a wardrobe malfunction.
The other was a more casual bikini-style outfit, with a mesh fabric that covered just enough.
Was this her husband's doing? He almost covered everything!
Alice headed into the makeup room, and I tried to follow, but a staff member stopped me.
"Sir, this is Alice's private makeup room. No outsiders allowed."
"I'm here for the shoot," I said, trying to get past her.
She blocked me again. "Without permission, you can't enter."
I was a bit annoyed but didn't want to argue, so I decided to find another makeup room.
"Hold on." Alice's voice came from inside, lazy and playful.
"Alice, do you need something?" The staff member immediately tried to please her, making me roll my eyes.
"Let him in. He's my partner for today," Alice said.
"But your husband said..." The staff member hesitated.
It felt like Alice's husband had a hand in every part of her work.
"We're shooting together all afternoon. Shouldn't I get to know him a bit first? Besides, are you my staff, or my husband's?"
Alice's tone had a hint of impatience, enough to make the staff member step aside quickly.
"Alright, sir, please come in," she said, moving out of the way.
I nodded and walked into the makeup room.
Alice pointed to a seat next to her. "You can do your makeup here. I'll get someone to help you."
"Thanks," I replied with a smile.
I sat down, and Alice looked around the room through the mirror. She finally pointed to a girl standing nearby. "You, help him with his makeup, and put it on my tab."
"Sure!" The girl nodded excitedly, grabbed a pink makeup bag from a nearby shelf, and set it in front of me.
She unzipped the bag, revealing more makeup products than I'd ever seen. She clipped my stray hair back, then sprayed a mist evenly on my face.
After about half an hour, she finished applying a delicate makeup look on me. Then a stylist came to take me to change clothes. After I put on the outfit, someone made some minor adjustments.
I first put on a pink deep V-neck suit. It was spacious but well-tailored, outlining my broad shoulders and subtly exposing my muscles, giving me a masculine charm.
Alice then changed into her outfit, a deep V-neck pink long dress that accentuated her chest. It looked like her chest might pop out at any moment.
"The studio is ready, let's go take photos," the staff called out.
Alice was wearing pink high heels with a subtle sparkle, making it a bit difficult for her to walk.
I walked over and extended my hand. "Let me help you."
"Well, thank you." Alice raised an eyebrow and placed her hand in mine.
"My pleasure," I smirked and walked with her to the studio.
There was a large green backdrop, and the staff asked us to stand on it and pose.
Alice, being more experienced, struck attractive poses effortlessly. I just followed her lead and posed simply.
The photographer took a test shot, and I seemed to be quite photogenic without much effort.
Alice patted my shoulder, signaling me to sit on the floor with my legs apart and lean back with my hands behind me. She knelt in front of me, one hand supporting herself, gazing up at me affectionately.
The photographer quickly pressed the shutter button.
"Great, great! That's amazing! A handsome man with a beautiful woman!" the director praised as he admired the shots.
After the deep V-neck outfit photos, we changed into bikini-style outfits.
This time, Alice wore simple flat sandals, and I matched her.
Alice hooked her arm around my neck, standing in front of me. She hugged my neck with both hands and lightly pushed me off the ground, and I caught her thigh, lifting her up.