
Erica made sure to show up early for her first modeling gig. When she entered the nondescript building about an hour from her college, she went up to seemingly the only person there, a tall, thin, boyish woman with short hair. Her skin was pale, with tattoos creeping out of the sleeves of her shirt. On her feet were Teva sandals and, incongruously, a toe ring. "Name?" the woman asked. Erica provided her name and, when prompted, contact information. The woman handed Erica a green bikini and a questionnaire to complete before the shoot would begin.
"Piercings? Tattoos? Smoker? Bust size? Sexual orientation? Any fetishes? What kind of questions are these anyway?" Erica muttered to herself as she read the questionnaire. Nevertheless, she answered - "ears, none, never, 32B, straight, and I don't even know what that means," respectively - and ducked into a bathroom to change.