Strike A Pose // BYOA
Ah, this place.
Bayonetta was pleased to note that she was in quite a more pleasant situation than usual for this place. A fashion model, it seemed, was to be her role this time. There were cameras and lights in the room, all looking ready for a photo shoot. Her hair was tied back in such intricacies and designs that it made it impossible to use her hair as clothes or weapons. Instead, a black, thin-strapped dress hugged her curvy body. A slit up the side revealed a long, shapely leg, paired with a simple pair of high heals and quite the lovely, lacy unmentionables that lay beneath.
Now, even though Bayonetta knew she was being forced to play a game, she had to wonder who else was playing. It took two to tango, after all. And since she was in a rather lush room that was swathed in white (complete with a nice bed), it didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of shoot this would turn into - if it happened at all. As the door opened, Bayonetta turned to head to watch the one who entered, smirking as she pushed up her glasses.
[OOC: As par usual, men only for Bayonetta. Usual no-nos apply. Feel free to either be the photographer or a fellow model. Bayonetta's not affected, but your character can be.]
Bayonetta was pleased to note that she was in quite a more pleasant situation than usual for this place. A fashion model, it seemed, was to be her role this time. There were cameras and lights in the room, all looking ready for a photo shoot. Her hair was tied back in such intricacies and designs that it made it impossible to use her hair as clothes or weapons. Instead, a black, thin-strapped dress hugged her curvy body. A slit up the side revealed a long, shapely leg, paired with a simple pair of high heals and quite the lovely, lacy unmentionables that lay beneath.
Now, even though Bayonetta knew she was being forced to play a game, she had to wonder who else was playing. It took two to tango, after all. And since she was in a rather lush room that was swathed in white (complete with a nice bed), it didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of shoot this would turn into - if it happened at all. As the door opened, Bayonetta turned to head to watch the one who entered, smirking as she pushed up her glasses.
[OOC: As par usual, men only for Bayonetta. Usual no-nos apply. Feel free to either be the photographer or a fellow model. Bayonetta's not affected, but your character can be.]