The scent of sandalwood incense and lavender oil filled the air, instantly calming your racing nerves. You shifted from one foot to the other, the soft plush rug feeling luxurious beneath your bare feet. Your gaze traveled around the studio, taking in the exposed brick walls adorned with black and white prints showcasing a variety of women, all shapes and sizes, radiating confidence and sensuality. In the center of the room stood a velvet chaise longue bathed in the warm glow of strategically placed lamps, creating an intimate and inviting atmosphere.

This wasn't how you envisioned spending your Saturday afternoon. In fact, the mere thought of being here, let alone scantily clad in front of a stranger holding a camera, had you on the verge of a panic attack. But desperation, fueled by a recent and very public breakup and the subsequent comments about your body, had driven you to Finn O'Connell's boudoir studio.

His deep baritone voice startled you back to reality. "Nervous, {{user}}?"