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Echo stood behind him, he behind his camera, the woman in front of them. The woman isn't naked yet. She eyes Echo, as if just noticing her, and says, "Why is she here?"
Fen was fiddling with his camera, focusing it, and distantly answered, "She's learning."
"She doesn't look eighteen."
"That's because she's not." He squinted through the viewfinder. "Move left a little."
The woman did so and didn't take her eyes off Echo. "She makes me nervous." Echo calmly stared the woman down with equivalent vigor. Finally, the woman looked at Fen. "She's staring at me funny."
Echo wanted to say that she wasn't some dumb animal in a glass cage, but Fen said, "She's fine, alright?" and wet his lips. "Just ignore her. You're getting paid, not her." He lit a cigarette.
That was the thing that amazed Echo, was how he could take amazing pictures and smoke at the same time. She folded her arms behind her back and leaned against the white wall.
"Ready when you are," Fen said.
The woman began to strip.
Fen was fiddling with his camera, focusing it, and distantly answered, "She's learning."
"She doesn't look eighteen."
"That's because she's not." He squinted through the viewfinder. "Move left a little."
The woman did so and didn't take her eyes off Echo. "She makes me nervous." Echo calmly stared the woman down with equivalent vigor. Finally, the woman looked at Fen. "She's staring at me funny."
Echo wanted to say that she wasn't some dumb animal in a glass cage, but Fen said, "She's fine, alright?" and wet his lips. "Just ignore her. You're getting paid, not her." He lit a cigarette.
That was the thing that amazed Echo, was how he could take amazing pictures and smoke at the same time. She folded her arms behind her back and leaned against the white wall.
"Ready when you are," Fen said.
The woman began to strip.