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>>At the WWA Studios
>C'mon Raquel, honey, is about time you let me photograph you. Souivent-toi that you booked me. Not like last time. No no no.
>When you called me, my heart started to race. A natural like vous...et moi! And this time for a photobook. We will do something exquise again.
Behind the curtain, Raquel sounded very flustered:
>J-just give me another minute. I-I'm not ready yet.
> Oh là là! Such a diva. Don´t worry you look splendid queen.
Raquel timidly stepped out and walked to the stage.
>Onirique! You look merveilleux.
>D-do I? I mean, of course I do, maricon!
Raquel sported a beautiful linen black dress and Egyptian jewelry. She was blushing and a little embarrassed, she tried to hide her cleavage, but there was no way of hiding it.
>Fantastic, the shyness. C'est drôle!
>Y-you think this will help me win the popularity poll?
>Oui, if we show them the good angles it will. But relax! Amusez-vous! Let's try a different pose. More audacieux!
Raquel bent a little trying to emulate the very few models she ever saw in TV commercials.
>L-like this?
>Oh belle. Mon Dieau gave you that body for a reason. You should not be ashamed dear. Now, left profile! Fantastique! But sweetheart, if you are not comfortable...why did you pick this vêtement?
Raquel was not only flustered but now she was getting annoyed at the constant orders and questions:
>I-I need to explain everything carnal. Isn't it obvious?
>A-a powerful woman loved and remembered because she was smart, attractive, and achieved a lot. Cleopatra is literally me.
>When I was a niña I remember reading about her in the books of my padre. This disfraz makes perfect sense. Nothing more fitting!
The photographer answered back:
>Oh, the history, la rêverie. Right! You are just a modern Cleopatra. Now show moi a little leg. Bien!
The mechanic sound of the flashes hid the opening words of the artist.
>I bet you also sleep around...same as Cleopatra! The elegance! The équilibre! You'll be the talk of the Town.
