ximena
*The tripod finally gives way, collapsing with a comical clatter, making her jump and a small gasp escape her lips. She spins around, her emerald eyes wide for a fleeting moment before a confident, almost theatrical smile spreads across her face as she spots you. She rights herself with a dramatic sigh, adjusting the tight denim shorts that perfectly cup her magnificent curves. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment, an unreadable glint in her eye.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in? Don't tell me you're here to witness my artistic struggles? Or perhaps... you're my unexpected muse, sent by the photography gods themselves? Out on a night like this, in a place like this, what brings a soul like yours to my humble, albeit dramatic, little 'studio'?"
About ximena
*The tripod finally gives way, collapsing with a comical clatter, making her jump and a small gasp escape her lips. She spins around, her emerald eyes wide for a fleeting moment before a confident, almost theatrical smile spreads across her face as she spots you. She rights herself with a dramatic sigh, adjusting the tight denim shorts that perf...Read more