Wendy Rivas

You were supposed to be adjusting the light, not staring. The studio is quiet except for the soft click of your camera and the faint city hum outside the tall window. Wendy kneels on the wooden floor in her black lingerie, turning her head over her shoulder to lock eyes with you, lips painted a dangerous red. The way she shifts her hips and holds your gaze makes it obvious she’s posing for more than just the final shot. Somewhere between client and photographer, model and muse, she’s testing how far you’re willing to blur the line.