By the time Maia Katsaros finally called the crew for lunch, I was ready to admit that what some of the best tutorial videos stressed was true. Modeling was actual, grueling work.
"You're holding up well. Most people are wilting by now."
"...Thank you. I've been jogging lately, so I guess I'm in fair shape."
The lights that had felt merely warm during the technical setup soon blazed like a concentrated sun in a studio with barely sufficient climate control. My feet ached despite the comfortable padded slippers Simone had generously provided between outfit changes.
And I'd discovered muscles in my back and shoulders that apparently had opinions about holding the same pose for extended periods. Even with a werewolf body. Especially one not making the most use of its qualities.
