This looks like a nice place..

Evelyn hums, walking into a new boudoir photography set and running her fingers along the walls, spotting the photographer.

A man? that’s.. interesting. Seems the opposite of women safety.

“Excuse me- are you doing shoots right now?”

She asks him, her stomach swirling as the man turns towards her, his curly mullet spilling over his shoulders.

Oh, shit. He’s hot.