With the way the film industry had taken hold on the world, it was surprising to see that everything had been established in the particular fashion that allowed Morgana to simply live in it. Though through no fault of her own, and the guidance of Lee Stone's agency, it was a wonder why the man hadn't procured a larger budget. He was banking on the success of this shoot, which was more than likely going to be something of the short-but-intense variety, though she was somewhat confident in her abilities to withstand that kind of thing. She wondered how this morning would have gone for him, after having won four straight high-stakes hands of blackjack the night before. Morgana herself, wasn't much of a gambler, after having played it safe and toiled around on the slots and such until they left. Not unlike Amber, however, who had apparently won it big on the craps table, evident of her announcement on social media about how promising the night had been, and what she was going to spend the winnings on earlier that morning.
The tattooed hybrid sat in the limousine set for her travels through Hollywood, and out to the more provincially rich neighborhoods of Santa Monica, where more often than not, a studio or two had dedicated their craft to making porn. Aside from the Valley, though she figured someone like Lee would have just a bit more hunger in his act of class. The black luxury vehicle pulled up to the front of a relatively large building, and saw that Amber's car was parked out in front, beside the corner alley and promptly had it blocked off. She had seen the Mercedes of hers before, which prompted the idea that directing and setting up clients may have been somewhat more lucrative than actually being a performer. Or the older woman was just simply that damn good.
Morgana made her way inside, the doorman having recognized her suddenly with the help of a photograph he had been holding to have a reference of her, and nodded. He then opened the door and grabbed her bag, before having followed inside to direct her properly into the building. The lobby was small, but gave a homey touch, as the doorman rushed to the elevator and gave her a card. "Fourth floor. They're waiting." He simply said, and trotted back to the front door to guard it like always. The act made her nervous, and struck Morgana with the idea that she might have been a little, late, which prompted her to get in the vertical car and settle herself for the shoot. The door closed, and the nervousness came rushing in.
She went through the small checklist in her head with frantic breathes, as the gentle hum of the mechanism blurred the background. She was clean, she was ready, and she seemed to fill out Lee's chosen outfit for her perfectly. She donned a sporty crop-top, high top sneakers with the white socks that went up to her knees, and denim leggings, that seemed to strain against her thighs and ass whenever she walked. It was an odd combination, but wondered if that was the aesthetic of a teenager nowadays. She shrugged, and adjusted the bag under her arm, as the large plug within her butt made itself softly known, the metal orb pressing up against her softened g-spot as the door opened. The cold air of the upper floor caused her to shiver slightly, and peer into the room of what looked like a penthouse floor. "Uh... Lee? Amber? I made it..." She'd call out to them, before the startling laughter of Ambers echoed from around the cubed pillar the elevator seemed to take up. Morgana rounded the corner, and craned her neck to see the set behind her, with furniture, bedding, and sectioned rooms to simulate what looked like a high-end upper class home. She stood there stunned, even if it was technically fake it was still beautiful.
