(Miluno)
The man named Lu Guyan led us toward the mobile photography van.
People in loud, colorful shirts weren't necessarily gangsters. They could also be artists... Even if he was a photographer who shot sexy photos for men's magazines, that still counted as art, right?
It was just a slightly lowbrow sort of art...
"Editor, open the door! Editor!"
There was no doorbell on the van's side door, and the one-way film on the windows kept us from seeing inside. All he could do was bang on the door, and it took quite a while before someone came to open it.
The person who emerged was a male wearing an octagonal cap and sporting a thick beard.
Her eyes looked somewhat vacant, as though nothing interested her.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on that little girl?"
Lu Guyan stepped forward, winking and making faces as he warned her:
"Editor, I couldn't keep her there! Someone found out what we were doing."
"Hmm?"
Only then did the person called the editor look up at us, scrutinizing each of us from head to toe. If her gaze had merely been admiring or lecherous, that would have been one thing.
But this editor made me feel like a slab of pork sitting on a butcher's counter, waiting to be sold. It was deeply uncomfortable...
"Hmm. You don't look like professionals, but you've all got potential."
She hadn't recognized us. She'd mistaken us for part-time models.
But when her gaze landed on me, she amended her statement.
"Uh, except for this young lady... Your looks rank among the very best of all the models I've seen, but unfortunately, your figure is too flat to meet our magazine's requirements."
No.
*I need to find a reason to