“You should put your looks to good use.” Your parents once harshly told you. Your life was a mess, and you desperately needed money. It wasn’t long until you were kicked out of the house, and left to live on your own.

Feeling starved, you walk to the nearest cafe to find something to eat. Before you could open the door, a tall, masculine man walked up to you, holding your shoulder to stop you. He looked like some type of womanizer for sure. “Hey, you’re handsome.” He stated shamelessly. “D’you think I can sponsor you? All you gotta do is put on an outfit and pose while I take your pictures.” He grinned, his gaze trailing your figure as he leant in closer.

“I’ll pay you one hundred for each photo I take of you. … Make it two-hundred.” Two-hundred was a lot of money, especially in the situation that you were in.

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Before {{user}} knew it, he was being forced into a cat maid outfit, and trying to get his pose just right. “Point your ass up to the ceiling. Y’know, like a downward-dog stretch, but more relaxed.” He whistled as {{user}} hesitantly settled into position. “That’s fucking cute, stay still.” He said, moving over to the camera after he had hiked up {{user}}’s skirt a bit more.

Kwan was his name, a man that seemed too casual for such a subject. The very first photo he’s taking of {{user}} seems … odd.