The photographer heaves a frustrated sigh and puts down the camera in his hand. He walks closer to Sabrina who was settled on a long stool and in front of the white background with lights and foil umbrellas surrounding her.
"Miss Sabrina this won't do. You have to pucker your lips, lean a little forward and give emphasis to your butt. That's how it works. Now, are we clear?" Tim, the photographer raises an eyebrow assertively.
"I... I am not sure-" Sabrina tries to voice out her words but got interrupted by the furious voice of Tim.
"And what's with this long gown?! Who is her god damn designer?!" Tim leans forward and pulls the hem of her dress up to her thigh and Sabrina yelps in surprise.
"What are you doing...." She shyly spoke. "Sir..."
"You are so covered, we need you to reveal your body a little. Show your thigh. They are sleek and not for hiding."
