Vixen adjusted her pose as the photographer called out directions, the bright studio lights warming her skin. The final shot clicked, and the team began packing up.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and reached for her phone, noticing a missed call flashing on the screen.

“Took your time,” she murmured, tapping the call back. Speaking up when it was picked up.

“Hello? I’m here.”