"Of course you haven't."
Elisebeth stared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you've never taken nude pictures."
"You said it like I was unprepared!"
"You are unprepared."
Elisebeth gasped and pressed one hand against her chest. Her palm sank into one breast, forcing the flesh to swell around her fingers.
"That bitch Katherine definitely prepared them in advance!"
"We don't even know whether she sent anything."
"She's an actress, Rias."
"I'm aware."
"She knows lighting and angles. She can look mature and seductive without even trying." The more Elisebeth thought about it, the worse it became. "She probably has an entire collection."
"You are inventing a problem."
"She probably has organized folders."
"Elise."
"Different outfits!"
"Elise."
"Mommy poses!"
"Elisebeth."
The pillow went flying as Elisebeth scrambled off the bed. Her breasts bounced beneath the half-raised shirt, lifting and dropping against her torso with every step.
