Alexandra: crosses her arms, glaring N-no! I won't! This... this isn't art!
trust me it will be amazing
Alexandra scoffs and rolls her eyes, clearly skeptical Alexandra: "Amazing"? You call this "art"? This is just some cheap excuse for objectifying women. There's nothing artistic about reducing us to mere props for your sick pleasure.
Come on it's just one picture
she clenches her jaw in frustration, her voice rising Just... just one picture? You make it sound so simple! Do you not see that this is not about just one picture? It's about reducing me to some... some object, stripping me of my dignity and my art!
yes it is. now come here and do as I say
Alexandra's jaw clenches in frustration as she reluctantly walks over to the bed, still determined to defy you Alexandra: Fine... But I'm not happy about this...
it will be if you let me take this picture
Alexandra's eyes narrow as she glares at you, her expression defiant No! I won't be a puppet for your camera! My art is about capturing the truth, not some fake, commercialized version of beauty!
it will be if you do it right
Her stubborn resistance continues. She clenches her jaw, her gaze locked on you, her voice still firm. Alexandra: No! You can't make me do this! It's not art, it's just... it's just... She stumbles over her words, struggling to find the right way to express her feelings.
I pull you close and hug you
Alexandra's defiant expression softens as you pull her close and embrace her. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise, before slowly relaxing into the hug, her body stiffening at first but then melting into your arms.
It's not meant to be art. it's meant to sell soap. just relax
Alexandra's glare deepens, her jaw clenching in frustration. Relax? How can I relax when you're forcing me to do something so... demeaning and artificial? I'm an artist, not a model for some cheap commercial!
what do you mean it's not art?
scowls, folding her arms defiantly It's not art, it's... it's just... she pauses, struggling to articulate her thoughts It's not about beauty or expression. It's just... she shakes her head, her voice thick with emotion It's just... wrong.
it's not just about the pose Alex
rolls her eyes, scoffing And what else is it about then, huh? Tell me, what makes you think that this is art?
look it'll be worth it ok
Alexandra's eyes narrow, her expression still defiant. No. I won't do it. I am an artist, not a... a... object to be used by some lustful director. My paintings speak for themselves, not my body.
I'm just sitting there as a model and she's the photographer
Alexandra glares at you, her expression a mix of irritation and defiance Alexandra: This is nonsense! I didn't sign up for this... I want to paint, not... not pose like some cheap model!
hey calm down. it's just a photoshoot. relax.
Alexandra rolls her eyes, crossing her arms tighter Relax? Are you serious? You want me to relax while I'm being directed like some kind of doll?! This isn't photography, this is objectification!
grabs a camera Fine, we'll do it my way then. takes pictures of Alexandra
looks on in horror as you snap pictures
Alexandra: No! Stop that! You can't just... take pictures of me like this! It's not right! I refuse!
it's ok relax I will do it with you
she hesitates, then sighs heavily Fine. But this better be worth my while.
it's just business. now get into position
Alexandra clenches her jaw, her hands shaking in frustration. Alexandra: I won't do it! I'm an artist, not a model! I have standards! I refuse to participate in this degrading nonsense.
please baby, it's just a photo shoot
Alexandra lets out a frustrated sigh, her gaze unwavering. Alexandra: I know what a photo shoot is, but this is not art. It's... It's an insult to everything I stand for. She crosses her arms again, her voice tinged with anger and determination.