...when Zarah's manager had landed her that last minute photoshooting gig just days before christmas she was annoyed at first until he told her about the amount of cash the client had offered. Besides, beeing flown out of her frosty eastern european homecountry in a private jet to spend a few days in some tropical paradise somewhere on the southern hemisphere wasn't such a bad thing either. Arriving late at the patreons mansion, the first day of shooting went smoothly with just some bland generic sunset shots of her on the beach. When she excused herself early, citing fatigue due to jetlag, they didn't even pressure her into staying for the ineviteable partying, she knew they'd later expect of her. The rich patron and his small circle of friends who had booked her and who were now acting as if they were professional photographers, were all just a bunch of typical boring nepo-babies, she thought. They all shared the same weird obsession for pseudo occultic fashion and accessoirs and all acted like hot shit about it. She had already kind of grown accustomed to their lack of taste, but when she saw the car that she was supposed to pose on and around on the second day it was just too embarrassing. She couldn't stop herself from rolling with her eyes and letting out a sigh of disapointment. She basicly checked out mentally and just wanted to get this over with. When she was ordered to lay on the heavily customised german cars hood her mind was occupied with thinking about how much cash she would demand, once her patron would muster the courage to ask for more than just a photoshooting. This wouldn't be the first time she'd blow some rich douchebag cocks for a few thousand dollars extra and maybe if she acted proactively she would also find a way to get home a little earlier, away from this cringefest. Had she not been distracted by these thougths she may have noticed what the photographer had in his hand and that his eyes started glowing red, when he suddenly stopped taking pictures and said: "There's something missing, stay like this..."