Serenity: meet Mr. Hopps
From Create Your Own Story
The two steel doors open wide to a room with white reflective marble floors, matching white walls and ceiling. Serenity paused and waited for someone to greet her at the elevator, nothing. Serenity steps through the doors as they close and looks around the room. Inhaling deeply; Serenity instantly catches a scent of lavender in the air. The room was shaped in a L form and at the very end was a silver pole with red cushions surrounding it.
"And you must be Serenity" Said a voice behind her.
Jumping in fright, Serenity span around as her heart stopped for a split second.
"Sorry my dear" Said the man with a light french accent. "I tend to do that too much around people."
"No, no; it's okay." Serenity said politely. "You must be Mr. Hopps".
"Please my dear, call me Steavens." Replied Hopps. "Now, let me have a close look at you."
Without warning or consent, Steavens lightly grasped Serenity jaw and tilted her head to the side. "Your hair... It is real, yes?"
Serenity smiled and nodded as Steavens slid his soft fingers across Serenity's cheeks.
"Hmmm, yes... Fair skin you have... And you eyelashes, nice and long, very pretty." Steavens continued as he familiarized his hands with Serenity's face. "How old are you?"
"I turned 20 just 6 months ago." Serenity replied.
"Ah, a young woman you are." Steavens said as he released Serenity. "Shall we get started, I'll get my camera."
Smile and nodding, Serenity looks around and lays her handbag against Steavens desk. Walking to the end of the room, Serenity bends down and feels the fabric of the bright red cushions. They seemed quite expensive and the pole behind the pile looked sturdy.
Steavens walks back in the room looking down at his camera. "Alrighty then Serenity, ready when you are."
"What should I do?" Asked Serenity.
"Serenity, I expect my models to improvise however they wish." Steavens explains. "Do whatever you think is comfortable."
