31) Stockings

Grim flexed her foot, frowning at it. "I think we need to shift the ring light more that way," she told her brother. "There's not quite enough sheen on the stockings to make it obvious they're on."

Grave sighed. "You thought it was too shiny when it was over there before," he said, even as he moved the light. "Look... Why don't we just take pictures at both angles and we can compare them then?" he suggested, hoping that if they did that, they could be done with this little photoshoot. It might pay the bills, but shooting for their Only Fins was a real pain. He knew Grim wasn't being picky for the sake of it, either - when something looked good, it sold better, after all. They'd been in the game long enough to be familiar with how to maximize their sales appeal. It just sucked doing hours of shooting for just one good picture.

"We can, but I'd still like to try to find the best angle with this," Grim replied, still frowning. "It's somewhere between those two angles, I can tell, we just have to find it..."

At least, Grave supposed... he wasn't the one who was in front of the camera right now. He took his turns dutifully, of course, since that was part of the appeal of the account - but Grim was practically dictatorial behind the camera, compared to just being mildly demanding in front of it. It made for good sales, but by the stars did it make for miserable photoshoots. If they ever trusted anyone enough to have stable partners, he vowed silently to himself that they'd turn the camera over to one of their partners for photoshoots then. For his sanity.