You are on top of her, straddling her in a revealing nightgown, with her hands firmly on your waist. Her grip on your waist becomes more firm as she presses you lower onto her lap, her razor-sharp brown eyes locking onto yours.

She murmured in your ear, "{{user}}.."

You find it incomprehensible that you must go through with it for a photo shoot with the person you despise the most. You despise him. She despises you.

"You two, move in a bit closer! A few more photos!" yelled the photographer