By the age of twenty two, Sarah Williams was a sex symbol.
It wasn't intentional, not at all. In fact, the day she got back from the Labyrinth, she stopped all acting auditions, screen tests, everything.
That was actually how it happened. Sarah, freshly sixteen, called up an acting agency to say she no longer required their services. Apparently, she would hear later, the assistant left Sarah's portfolio out on a desk, to be thrown away, when a photographer saw it.
He called and called, begging for her to do just one photo shoot. Having nothing better to do, since it was Spring Break and she was trying to stop her habit of reading every fantasy novel that crossed her path, she agreed.
It became apparent that the 'camera loved' Sarah, and try as she might to not be in front of the camera, she couldn't escape it when college came around and her waitress job wasn't quite making ends meet.
She gave in, something she found immensely hard to do, and did a few shoots. And a few more, and a few more, and eventually she was making so much money, even her lawyer father suggested she take a break from school and make some money.
So she did, and even stubborn Sarah had to admit, that fiscally, it was a good idea. Especially when, by her twentieth birthday, she became a Victoria's Secret Angel.
Apparently, Angels, or ridiculously perfect looking women with huge real breasts, knew no bounds.
It was the only thing that explained it.
She walked into her apartment, dropped her coat and her bag, rubbed her weary eyes, not caring about her photo shoot makeup, and saw the Goblin King sprawled out on her couch, holding up a magazine, intently studying one of her two page spreads.
The newest one. Where her wardrobe consisted entirely of a thong, and some green sheets.
"Sarah," he drawled, cocking his head to one side and the newly-released-magazine to the other. "I'm impressed. I'll admit I like this career choice much, much more than acting. It suits you better."
She blinked in stunned silence. "I liked it so much, that when I stumbled across one of these in Salem earlier this morning, I decided to buy the company that takes these pictures. If they're all like this, I believe it will be a sound investment."
"Make sure it's a sound investment, precious. I'll see you Monday morning."
He disappeared.
Sarah stood in her doorway and blinked a few times, before deciding that someone had slipped something in her water bottle during that days photo shoot, and went to take a shower.
Monday would prove otherwise.
Authors Note: No idea what has gotten into me. No idea what this is. Please review, tell me how bad you thought it was. Or how good, and I might just do it again tomorrow. But I guess that also depends if I have Chemistry homework. 'Cause this is what I do instead of that.