darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
The charity was relatively unknown. Relatively, because in its short lifespan, it had already generated a lot of buzz. Nearly every celebrity, singer, activist, and heiress had heard of the company. Its mission was one that literally everyone could get behind: gathering funds for children suffering under repressive regimes. What made it all the more appealing was that it already had a stellar record and several important backers. A modeling campaign had gone out already, all the proceeds being donated to charity. Not simply part, which was traditional, but literally all proceeds.
Naturally, this company garnished the attention of the younger stars, those still rising. In particular, the ever charitable Miss Emma Watson had heard of the company. She'd instructed her agents to contact the heads of the company, and connections were made. It turned out to be perfect timing: the company was planning a charity based photoshoot. The photos would be collected into various memorabilia, and these would be sold online. All proceeds would, of course, go to the charitable causes.
Being a model of some acclaim herself, Emma had naturally volunteered to be among the models listed. She'd even used some of her pull to help pay for the shooting itself. Still, she'd been surprised when her contact had suggested a location she'd never heard of before. Apparently the studio wanted the utmost discretion. Since this was something Emma could certainly get behind, she'd agreed.
Thus the pretty model was walking toward the mostly abandoned office building. Already Emma's shorn hair had been styled: done in that semi-messy look that gave her a tomboyish charm. She'd gone light on the makeup, nothing more than base, as was usual for a shoot. A light dress and a pair of simple sandals were all she wore, figuring that the director of the shoot would likely be the one selecting her true outfit. Thus the pretty girl entered, looking around and calling out, hoping that her driver had gotten the address correct.
Naturally, this company garnished the attention of the younger stars, those still rising. In particular, the ever charitable Miss Emma Watson had heard of the company. She'd instructed her agents to contact the heads of the company, and connections were made. It turned out to be perfect timing: the company was planning a charity based photoshoot. The photos would be collected into various memorabilia, and these would be sold online. All proceeds would, of course, go to the charitable causes.
Being a model of some acclaim herself, Emma had naturally volunteered to be among the models listed. She'd even used some of her pull to help pay for the shooting itself. Still, she'd been surprised when her contact had suggested a location she'd never heard of before. Apparently the studio wanted the utmost discretion. Since this was something Emma could certainly get behind, she'd agreed.
Thus the pretty model was walking toward the mostly abandoned office building. Already Emma's shorn hair had been styled: done in that semi-messy look that gave her a tomboyish charm. She'd gone light on the makeup, nothing more than base, as was usual for a shoot. A light dress and a pair of simple sandals were all she wore, figuring that the director of the shoot would likely be the one selecting her true outfit. Thus the pretty girl entered, looking around and calling out, hoping that her driver had gotten the address correct.