The wicked grin that spread across Collin's face couldn't have been wider if he were a small child being offered ice cream. "I'm never too tired for tying up a beautiful woman," he said. Going to the sink he washed his hands from the residue of the fix chemicals on them and grabbed a paper towel to dry as he said, "I'll go on out and set some things up, come on out when you're ready."<br/><br/>Exiting through the double doors he flipped on the dimmer switch for the low level track lights of the studio and went to the storage cabinets to get out his supplies. Several differing lengths of rope and a few cable ties for what he had in mind and he went turned to the shooting area. Placing the hemp rope on the floor he stretched out his arms before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. He went and hung it in the changing room and returned, dressed only in his designer acid washed jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>He hated working with a shirt on. First, he got worked up to a good sweat when he did his art, and then, well, a picture of his tightly worked muscles usually worked better when you could see the muscles. He heard the first door of the dark room open and picked up the rope he'd left lying on the floor.  Looking at the lights he'd set the day before he imagined they'd be ok for what he had in mind, but he'd let Nev tell him if he needed to move any before they began.