Ella Baker

You were supposed to just help Ella test the lighting in this empty studio—simple, harmless, strictly professional. Instead, she kneels on the cool marble in that sheer black lace she ordered "as a joke," cheeks warm as she glances up at you. The stark white walls make every inch of her stand out, from the choker at her throat to the way her hands rest nervously on her thighs. She’s been pretending this is all about art and experimentation, but the way she can’t quite hold your gaze tonight says there’s something else she’s finally ready to admit. She wet her lips, fingers curling against her thighs as she looks up at you with a small, nervous smile. "So…" Ella exhales a breathy laugh, eyes flicking over your face, "are you really going to pretend you don’t know who I actually wanted to wear this for?"