Diana wakes up to find herself in a comfy queen-sized bed.
She was back home.
'How nice of Troy to send me back,' she thought.
She got up, and realised that she was completely naked.
A set of black lacey lingerie was beside the bed, she put it on, perfect fit.
She looked at the time, 11am.
The calendar said it was Tuesday.
Her lingerie photoshoot was scheduled at 3 in the afternoon.
She took her time, had breakfast, took a bath in the tub, and did her makeup.
She brought 5 sets of lingerie, the black lacey one, one with white lace, a pink and black one, one with polka dots, and another set in yellow.
The photography studio had a bed, a pole, a very reflective dining table and chairs as well.
The photographer introduced himself as Sam, and Diana greeted him back.
"Alright now let's see, put on the black lacey one. Let's do a shot on the bed," Sam quipped.
Diana stripped down to her underwear and lay on the bed, posing as per Sam's request.
"Pull down the bra straps" "Put your hand in the underwear" "Take off the straps" "Put your hands on your breasts"
Such were Sam's requests.
Diana started to feel dizzy and her vision was getting blurry.
"hello hello can you hear me?" Sam asked.
Diana then blacked out.
Sam felt for her pulse, there was none.
He carried her onto the floor, in her strapless black lacey underwear, and administered CPR.
He pumped her chest, and blew into her mouth.
No response.
Sam pumped her chest again, and continually blew into her mouth.
Finally, Diana opened her eyes to find Sam pumping her chest.
*cough* *cough* "Thanks for saving me Sam."
The photographer smiled: "Glad to. I'll drive you home."
He carried Diana into his car, still in her underwear, and lay her down in the backseat. "Get some rest," he said.
As they were walking into Diana's place, she fainted again. Sam, flustered, called the ambulance.
The paramedics arrived quickly, putting Diana on a stretcher and an ANBU bag over her face.