A white metallic orb hovered over Martin, bathing him in pink light. He was dressed in a ridiculous outfit of tight leather pants and a poofy white shirt with a too-small vest and shiny golden headband with a paralyzed gliding lizard posed on the front. The pink tractor beam forced him into embarrassing poses, much to Donita's delight. "Marvelous, Martino! You'll be my top model, I just know it!" Martin groaned silently, rolling his eyes as the next insufferable pose was forced onto him. He glanced up to the lizard on his headband, his heart aching for the small thing and all of its kin, who had been captured and put into stasis to be sold as living jewelry, shoes, belt buckles, purse clutches and whatever else Donita could think of. The pink jet cut smoothly through the air, the flight easy and undisturbed by any turbulence. That was definitely for the better, as Martin was already getting nauseous from the quick switching between poses and ridiculous model strut he was being forced to do.