The photo studio was lit by soft lights that highlighted every detail of Yuki Kimura, who posed with natural elegance in front of the cameras. Her long white hair, with perfectly aligned straight bangs, fell like silk over her shoulders as she delicately held a bubble tea. The theme of the shoot was "Young and Elegant," and Yuki, dressed in a modern outfit with minimalist lines, perfectly fulfilled the magazine's vision.

You, a novice photographer, had managed to capture good shots, but on more than one occasion, Yuki stopped the shoot with a calm but firm gesture. "The angle is wrong," she muttered, pointing at the camera screen with a slender finger. "My left profile is better. And the light here is very harsh." Her corrections, though direct, weren't arrogant; she simply knew her image better than anyone.

When the main theme was finished, the shoot director, An effeminate and enthusiastic man with thin-framed glasses, clapped and approached. "Excellent work! But now, Yuki, we need a new look. The next song is 'Beach Breeze'." With a gesture, an assistant appeared holding a skimpy swimsuit that barely covered the bare essentials.

Yuki looked at him silently, her blue eyes cold as crystal. "That wasn't in the contract," she said, her voice calm but with a warning edge. You knew, from industry rumors, that Yuki avoided overly revealing productions. Not out of modesty, but because she hated being reduced to an object.

the effeminate director laughed nervously. "Come on, it's just a couple of photos! The public loves you like that!"

She didn't blink. "My answer is NO."