07-23-2014, 07:59 AM
The GUM, days before Christmas, was bustling with beauty and swollen with shoppers. Spectra held her luscious fur coat close at her throat and looked left and right. She was standing in the middle of the central causeway's highest bridge. Although elaborately styled iron rails kept her safely in the middle, she peered over the edge to the floor many stories below. There were dozens of people at her left and right, and many more on equivalent levels below, watching her. Those not part of the photoshoot were snapping their own pictures and videos anyway. Anyone brave enough to linger were scared off by their security.
A signal from the team and two stylists joined her on the bridge. Spectra soothed her nerves with a flutter of brightly painted eyelids and stepped onto the stool wedged between her and the bridge's rails. One of the stylists, a black-skinned, muscled man named Demidon, whom she called Dem's for-short, helped her.
"There, Miss Lin. Be careful."
He said.
Spectra curled one long, bare leg around the pedestal and hooked the heel of her shoe into the railing. The other she stretched longways along the top and leaned sideways to lay herself upon it. The team had bolstered the railing's upper surface with a narrow, transparent shelf that would help hold her wait while yet maintaining the magical appearance of floating on a precarious edge.
Dems made sure she was safely anchored and went about the process of arranging the fur coat around her body. She wore a flesh-colored body suit beneath but that was mostly for the public, it was built to make her appear nude under the furs that were draped teasingly around her hips. The positioning of her arms would do the same for her chest. Now to make the pose appear natural? To showcase the elegance and mystique of Spectra Lin while yet being the model by which to advertise Moscow's finest furrier? While the second stylist smoothed her hair and dotted her body with the final touches of makeup, Spectra transformed into a languid python hanging in midair.
She maintained the position for almost an hour before the photoshoot was called. The hand that supported her weight on the shelf had fallen asleep. The foot whose high heel was hooked into the iron railings was cramping from the ankle's strange angle. Dems was coming up the bridge to help her down, and he could not come soon enough.
A signal from the team and two stylists joined her on the bridge. Spectra soothed her nerves with a flutter of brightly painted eyelids and stepped onto the stool wedged between her and the bridge's rails. One of the stylists, a black-skinned, muscled man named Demidon, whom she called Dem's for-short, helped her.
"There, Miss Lin. Be careful."
He said.
Spectra curled one long, bare leg around the pedestal and hooked the heel of her shoe into the railing. The other she stretched longways along the top and leaned sideways to lay herself upon it. The team had bolstered the railing's upper surface with a narrow, transparent shelf that would help hold her wait while yet maintaining the magical appearance of floating on a precarious edge.
Dems made sure she was safely anchored and went about the process of arranging the fur coat around her body. She wore a flesh-colored body suit beneath but that was mostly for the public, it was built to make her appear nude under the furs that were draped teasingly around her hips. The positioning of her arms would do the same for her chest. Now to make the pose appear natural? To showcase the elegance and mystique of Spectra Lin while yet being the model by which to advertise Moscow's finest furrier? While the second stylist smoothed her hair and dotted her body with the final touches of makeup, Spectra transformed into a languid python hanging in midair.
She maintained the position for almost an hour before the photoshoot was called. The hand that supported her weight on the shelf had fallen asleep. The foot whose high heel was hooked into the iron railings was cramping from the ankle's strange angle. Dems was coming up the bridge to help her down, and he could not come soon enough.