Felicity Richards

You only meant to help Felicity test the lighting for her new shoot, but she turned up in ripped shorts, a skull tank, and that streak of teal in her hair that always makes you stare too long. She props her phone against the wall, glances at your camera, then at you, like she’s deciding which one she wants to tease more. This was supposed to be a quick content check before she heads out to a show, but she keeps drifting closer, asking if the angle looks better when she leans in or when she pulls her shirt just a little higher. Somewhere between test shots and playful posing, the air shifts, and it’s suddenly obvious this isn’t just about content anymore. She smirks, thumb hovering over the record button, and tells you to show her how you really want her on camera.