<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | "Holding" Matilda (Tilly) while Speaking with Aline (Others Nearby)</strong></div><br/>With hand still at that part on Tilly’s back, though fingers now dancing slightly and a bit teasingly, Shawn spoke confidently as he always did. “Everything has gone better than hoped, Aline.” He return to familiarities as she had done the same, he had no issue either way but did prefer things a lot less formal (despite his choice in attire).<br/><br/>Still his hand was there and still his fingers moved, trying to elicit a very small response from the girl he had that hand upon. It was almost funny (at least Shawn thought to himself) that he came in hoping to find an interesting shot in time and, instead, found himself an entire person; how silly life was, especially when it gave you much more than you expected. That hand of his still moved, Shawn was not playing nice (or rather he was playing too nice). “A head shot of beautiful Tilly, as she has called herself.” He then added in a quick whisper, “I find it cute,” Before moving along, “In normal sized portrait to which I shall pay double all model and photographer fees, as well as the photograph itself. I do not make many requests, but like to make sure they are paid for properly.” His head then nodded, and still his hand tickled and messaged that one spot on Tilly’s back. At this point, Shawn glanced over at the girl whom he was slightly messing with and half grinned. She could stop it if she wished, he would not hold any hard feelings, but he would greatly appreciate it if she did not.<br/><br/>Finally, Shawn added a small note to make sure Aline realized he was good for it all and not making any kind of joke about things. “Matilda has caught my attentions in one of those<em>profound</em>ways, you see.” Admittedly, so had Aline in the past (though nothing had happened upon it yet) and so could she in the future as well as many of the others who frequented Waxing Rhapsodic; Shawn had his reasons for attending such a place of curiousness and the photographs were only a small piece of this. So much uniqueness in a single place, who could resist?<br/><br/>As an aside, Shawn had thought of pulling on Tilly’s dress but knew that to be horrible. He hardly knew the girl, regardless of how either of them were taken. This was rude to act on in public even for a man with no class, certainly it was above a man who had some. In the future, however, the situation might be different and may have found itself turning into something of an erotic back rub off somewhere more private. The girl needed proof of attention craved, Shawn could only hope the way his fingers moved was enough.