Simone was an ordinary young woman in her twenties. She aspired to several higher careers, although for now her stock in trade was her beauty- she was a freelance model. She enjoyed the work far better than any school, she was quite photogenic.
One day, Simone was at her computer, checking her email. She saw an message for a job. Upon further inspection, she found it was sent to most of the models she knew, along with some she didn't. Fairly standard job- "Two female models wanted", "Nothing offensive involved", and "Please arrive on time" were all familiar phrases she noticed within the email. She called and applied, and the next day she got the approval call.
She walked in, and got in the makeup chair. As the people were getting her ready, Simone noticed the other model come in. She's cute, thought Simone. She was a shy-looking girl with long, bushy hair with bangs and a cute face. She made a nice contrast to Simone who had straight, straggly dark hair a little below her shoulders. Her face always made her look stern and unforgiving, although she wasn't usually like that.
"Hi, I'm Chelsea." the model said, extending her hand, still looking a bit worried. "Simone." she said back, smiling (she never liked her smile).
They got into their places in the middle of the dark room. Simone was wearing a white button shirt and a short skirt. Chelsea was wearing a brown dress with a belt in the middle and lots of symbols outlined in the fabric.
"Look ahead just as you are." came the disembodied voice of the photographer.
Click.
"Now look like you're happy to be here."
Click.
"Now get closer."
Click.
"Now look happy again."