<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio</strong></div><br/>The energy of the day coursed through Courtney's body, driving her mind in a number of different directions.  She had been excited to start this new path in her life, but she hadn't realize how it would effect her until the day had started.  Now she was really diving into the world that she had secretly desired for a few years, and she felt like a teenager on her first day of college.  The ding of the elevator pulled her out of her internal solitude for a moment as the lights in the hall flickered to life, revealing an empty white hallway leading to a single door and a set up stairs leading up into the darkness.  Judging by the pad on the elevator, this must be the top floor, which meant that was the access to the roof.  Courtney found that prospect intriguing and stored that tidbit away in her mind for later.<br/><br/>Dorian stepped out of the elevator and unlocked the single door.  A simple placard on the door indicated this was his studio.  More mystery from the man leading her into his studio.  On some level Courtney found the minimalistic mindset very interesting.  The interior of the studio apartment was dark save one small light on a desk until Dorian flipped a switch deep inside the main room.  Soft florescent track lights flickered to life shedding light on the studio.  Courtney walked into the room, the dark walls seemed very strange for a studio, but fit right in with Dorian's mysterious style.  Most photographers that Courtney had worked with preferred well lighted venue's, this turned up the spark of interest in Dorian's style of photography in Courtney's mind.  She was not surprised how orderly the studio seemed to be.  Courtney walked the immediate area near the desk and shooting area.  "You have a very interesting studio Dorian.  The dark walls are very different.  I guess you can really make whatever kind of scene you want and light it how you want without worrying about outside light."  Walking over to a table which held a few of the props that Dorian had laying around, running her hand over the soft leather of the rocking horse, she smiled mischievously at the props.  "Quite a selection!"<br/><br/>Courtney finally noticed the large stack of portfolios.  Walking over she grabbed the first book on top of the pile and started flipping through them. Most of the pictures were dark and well lighted.  All of the women were beautiful and flowed with the image very well.  One picture caught her attention and really started to get her wet.  A woman leaning on her hands, on a bench or ottoman with a lighted window behind her and a smooth tile or wood floor.  The woman's arched back lifting her butt from the edge of the bench and her head bent backwards looking towards the ceiling, her hair hanging freely behind her.  The woman is naked save a couple of pieces of jewelry on her arms and a pair of sexy high heeled shoes with and almost vertical slant to the ground.  The position of the heel and the toe along with the angle of the woman's body only touching the bench with her hands gave the look that the woman was on her tippy toes.  In front of the woman leaning on a wall is a large mirror, which shows her silhouette from the front.  The low light from the window in the background softly rolling over her breasts and her tensed muscles, the spread of her legs barely hinting at the wonders inside hidden by light and shadow.  Taking a moment to take in the excitement of the scene before her, Courtney turned through a few pages then looked up at Dorian, "You have a very exciting vision for the form of a woman's body.  What is your favorite?"