The photographer stood behind the screen, looking at the several pictures he had taken while the girls looked at him expectantly, their eyes boring into him with an intensity that made sweat bead on his forehead.
Lucius was at a table at the far corner of the establishment and was currently drinking down water in long, desperate gulps like a man who had just crossed a desert.
'I'm completely drained.' He thought with exhaustion seeping through every fiber of his being.
He had been forced to take different pictures with all of these girls… one, two, or three would have been fine, but taking it with every single one of them was simply hellish in ways he couldn't even begin to describe.
He was sure he looked exhausted in some of them, given the constant need for different poses, different weights pressing against him, different everything that required adjustment and readjustment.
