Solas barged in like he always does. He let out a low whistle, "I thought my ears were ringing. You really are going to have a photoshoot?" he said looking me up and down. I was in my black suit. It is nothing he hasn't seen before.
Solas raised an eyebrow as he followed me into my room, watching with curiosity as I styled my hair, in a messy but sexy way. "What's all this about?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
Though it is not something he would have imagined me doing. My father had insisted more than once to have my photo taken; I had refused there is not a single photo of me anywhere on the internet. Not a single one in any magazines or newspapers. I had made sure of it.
