<div align="center">Draven Blackwood-Entering Lady Ingrid's Studio</div><br/>Draven was ready.It is the best description any one could give. His muscular shoulders relaxed. His eyes closed as he rode up the elevator. He focused on becoming a blank canvas. He would be the tool the artist used to bring her art to life. He would be the perfect medium. That his how Draven approached his work. He knew what it took to be great and was always business at a shoot. He could here the numbers ping as he got closer and closer to Ingrid's floor. Giving his appearance one last look as the doors slid open and his first day of work began.<br/><br/>Draven stepped onto the floor taking in the entrance to the studio. It was a simple set up but very modern. Space was one thing they did not lack. The entrance to the floor had not really interested him though. That was for buyers. He stepped passed the empty desk at the studio entance and founds his way to where the real art began. Looking at the set up in front of him it seemed that Ingrid may prefer action shots. Again there was a lot of space.Speaking of Ingrid Draven noticed her and what seemed to be her assistant. Ingrid seemed to be going through a deep explanation of something. Draven headed towards them his stride conveying the confidence he felt. His walk that had taken hours to perfect showing that he was indeed a model who could handle himself. As Draven got near he introduced himself. " Hey, I'm Draven. We had a shoot scheduled for today I believe."  He didn't pay much attention to her assistant who seemed to be taking notes anyway. He let a slightly flirtatious smile cross his lips as he waited for Ingrid to reply. Who he noticed could pass for a model herself.