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"Of course you haven’t."

Elisebeth stared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you’ve never taken nude pictures."

"You said it like I was unprepared!"

"You are unprepared."

Elisebeth gasped and pressed one hand against her chest. Her palm sank into one breast, forcing the flesh to swell around her fingers.

"That bitch Katherine definitely prepared them in advance!"

"We don’t even know whether she sent anything."

"She’s an actress, Rias."

"I’m aware."

"She knows lighting and angles. She can look mature and seductive without even trying." The more Elisebeth thought about it, the worse it became. "She probably has an entire collection."

"You are inventing a problem."

"She probably has organized folders."

"Elise."

"Different outfits!"

"Elise."

"Mommy poses!"

"Elisebeth."

The pillow went flying as Elisebeth scrambled off the bed. Her breasts bounced beneath the half-raised shirt, lifting and dropping against her torso with every step.

"We need to make some too."

"No."

She marched toward her wardrobe and threw both doors open. Designer clothes, performance outfits, silk robes, lingerie, and accessories filled the illuminated interior.

Clothes started landing on the bed almost immediately. A red silk robe came first, followed by black lace lingerie and a white nightgown thin enough to become nearly transparent under the right light.

"No," Rias repeated.

Elisebeth held a black lace bra against herself and inspected the result in the mirror. The cups were designed to lift and display, not contain someone of her size. More than half of each breast bulged above the lace even though she hadn’t fastened it.

"Does this make me look mature?"

"It makes you look ready to start another scandal."

"Good. Martin likes trouble."

"Martin has enough trouble."

Turning sideways, Elisebeth adjusted the cups with both hands and pushed her breasts inward until they formed an obscene wall of cleavage. Her nipples barely remained hidden behind the lace.

"What if I send him one like this?"

"You aren’t even wearing it."

"I’m testing."

"You’re holding lingerie against your nipples."

"That still counts."

Rias gave her a flat look.

Elisebeth bounced her chest once and watched the bra fail to control the movement. "Maybe this one is too small."

"Most bras are too small for you."

"Exactly. It shows how gifted I am."

"It shows why your wardrobe costs more than some houses."

Elisebeth tossed the bra onto the bed and reached for the white robe. "What about innocent?"

"You stopped being innocent when you declared this an emergency nude shoot."

"I can act."

"You’re a singer."

"I’m internationally talented."

Rias watched her pull several more items from the wardrobe. "Even if Katherine sent him something, which we still don’t know, copying her immediately would be childish."

Elisebeth froze with a pair of stockings hanging from one hand, then slowly turned around.

"You’re right."

Rias’ shoulders loosened for exactly one second.

"We need to do something better."

Rias closed her eyes as Elisebeth dropped the stockings, hurried over, and grabbed both of her hands.

"Help me!"

"No."

"Take pictures of me!"

"No."

"You’re the only person I trust!"

"That doesn’t make this any better."

"You already know my best angles."

"I know your performance angles."

"My tits don’t know the difference."

"They should learn."

Elisebeth pulled her toward the bed, where the clothes had taken over half the mattress. "We’ll start with something tasteful. A silk robe, soft lighting, and just enough cleavage to make him stare."

"You consider that tasteful?"

"For me? Very."

"And what comes after that?"

Elisebeth suddenly found the wardrobe fascinating.

"Elise."

"Maybe one topless picture."

"No."

"I’ll cover my nipples with my hair."

"No."

"A bedsheet?"

"No."

"One tiny accidental glimpse?"

"You can’t plan an accident."

"Of course I can. I’m a professional."

Rias studied her for several seconds before pointing toward Elisebeth’s phone. "Any picture that shows your nipples stays on this phone, and the phone stays with me. Tomorrow, we decide whether those pictures get deleted. Nothing fully explicit goes to Martin tonight."

Elisebeth blinked. "You’re helping?"

"I’m stopping you from doing something even more reckless without supervision."

Her whole face brightened. "My Rias!"

"Nothing gets uploaded anywhere. No automatic backups, no cloud storage, and no staff member goes near the camera. No face, recognizable jewelry, or identifiable background in the explicit shots."

"I have a functioning brain, you know."

"No, you don’t."

Elisebeth ignored her and began sorting the clothes across the bed. "We’ll do innocent girlfriend first, seductive diva second, and then mature woman."

Rias crossed her arms. "You are not a mature woman."

"I’m older than Martin."

"That doesn’t help your argument."

Elisebeth held the red robe against her body. "Katherine probably went straight for the mommy look. I need my own style."

"You already have one."

Elisebeth tilted her head.

Rias gestured toward her chest. "Overwhelming."

"That’s not a style."

"It is when your breasts enter a room before you do."

Elisebeth smiled instead. "Then I’ll be his overwhelming diva."

"Preferably one who cannot be blackmailed."

Before Rias could add another rule, Elisebeth grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Her breasts dropped free and swung heavily from the sudden release. They bounced twice before settling against her chest. Elisebeth slid both hands underneath them, but even then, soft flesh spilled around her fingers, and her broad, dark pink areolae tightened in the cooler air.

She checked herself in the mirror and immediately looked smug again.

"Katherine can’t compete with these."

"This is not a livestock exhibition."

"Cassandra either."

"Stop ranking your friends’ breasts."

Elisebeth pushed her tits together, creating enough cleavage to bury both hands. "Martin’s going to lose his mind."

"He already has enough reasons."

"Should we make my nipples harder first?"

Rias looked toward the ceiling. "They already are."

Elisebeth checked. Both nipples stood firm at the center of her large areolae.

"Oh."

She pressed her thighs together as Martin entered her imagination. She pictured him opening a message later that night, still confused from everything that had happened, only to find the biggest chest among all the women chasing him filling his phone screen.

Her thighs tightened harder. "What expression do you think he’ll make?"

"The expression of a man reconsidering every decision that led him to meeting you."

"That sounds hot."

"It wasn’t meant to."

Elisebeth pinched one nipple between two fingers and rolled it until it became even harder.

Rias caught her. "Stop playing with your nipple."

"I’m preparing it."

"You are getting turned on."

"I’m thinking about Martin appreciating my best feature."

"Your singing?"

Elisebeth stared at her.

Rias’ mouth twitched. "Sorry. Your tits."

"Thank you."

Elisebeth slipped into the red robe without fastening it. The silk hung open around her body, framing both breasts instead of covering them. Their weight pushed against the edges, and every small movement dragged the fabric across her stiff nipples.

Before preparing the camera, Rias pulled a plain white sheet from the wardrobe and secured it against the wall. The makeshift backdrop covered the distinctive bedroom and gave her a neutral surface for the explicit photographs.

"Stay in front of that," she said. "Nothing from this room appears behind you."

Elisebeth gave her a playful salute while holding the robe loosely across her chest. "Yes, Manager."

"Don’t make me regret this more than I already do."

Elisebeth climbed onto the bed in front of the backdrop and stretched across the sheets. By the time she looked toward Rias, the robe had slipped away from the center of her chest and left both nipples exposed.

"Do I look innocent?"

"You are lying on a bed with both nipples showing."

Elisebeth looked down. "Oh. Right."

She pulled the silk inward until two narrow strips covered them. Everything else stayed bare, from the tops of her breasts to the heavy lower curves resting against her body. Her nipples still pushed visibly through the fabric.

"How about now?"

"Now you look naked with silk over your nipples."

"That sounds perfect."

"It doesn’t sound innocent."

Elisebeth shifted onto one hip and drew the robe closed over her lower body while letting it fall open around her chest. One breast remained partly covered, while the other rested naked against her forearm.

"What if I cover one nipple and show the other?"

"That is still a nude."

"That’s the point."

Rias walked over and pulled the robe higher. The silk slid back down the slope of Elisebeth’s breast almost immediately.

"You see?" Elisebeth said. "Even clothes surrender to them."

"Your robe was not designed for engineering work."

Rias slipped one hand under the breast and lifted it so she could tuck the fabric beneath the curve. The warm weight filled her palm and pulled her wrist lower.

Elisebeth raised her brows. "Rias."

"What?"

"You’re holding my tit."

"I’m fixing the robe."

"You need both hands. It’s too big for one."

"I can also leave."

"No, stay. Your technique is improving."