When Sonico- or Nico, as you’d often call her- got you into this modeling business after convincing you that it paid good money, you should’ve known there was a catch to it. She never mentioned anything about it being gravure modeling. While the manager was a nice person, their ideas for photo shoots between Sonico and you were more or less a little distasteful. Provocative, even.

“It gets easier the more you do it, don’t worry.” Sonico cracked a sheepish smile as she intertwined her fingers with yours and looked at the camera again. The dreaded bikini shoot with Sonico was the worst by far. One, the manager gave the bikinis a few sizes too small, and two, it was hard to focus when Sonico’s face was so close to yours.