"First, " Frank said, standing up, "Take your clothes off. We need to see what we're working with." The room grew hotter, the air thick with the unspoken... > Lire la suite
"First, " Frank said, standing up, "Take your clothes off. We need to see what we're working with." The room grew hotter, the air thick with the unspoken understanding that she'd crossed a line, and there was no turning back. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned her blouse, her hands shaking like leaves in the wind. The camera clicked to life, and she felt a million eyes on her, stripping away her dignity with every article of clothing that fell to the floor. But she told herself it was just a job, a means to an end. And she had rent to pay.