<br/>(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Andria Collins<br/>Age: 38<br/>Height: 5' 6"<br/>Weight: 152<br/>Hair: Dyed Auburn<br/>Eyes: Green<br/>Build: Hourglass with a bit more sand on top<br/>Sexual Characteristics/Preferences: Closeted lesbian with a dominant streak<br/><br/>Background:<br/><br/>Ms. Collins works at the company she built: Phoenix Photography.  Andria started out twenty years earlier in Hollywood trying to get gigs in commercials, walk-ons, and as an extra.  Having had no luck with callbacks, she moved into doing the service she detested most: photography.  Initially just a girl with a camera for hire, she worked her way up from doing quick headshots for her fellow aspirants.  Most took well to a young female photographer rather than the skeezy men who often talked the girls out of their clothes.  Ms. Collins was a careful shooter with an eye for detail and beauty which at times left the casting companies disappointed when the real person in the headshot showed up.<br/><br/>Having hired a handful of photographers and taking over administrative duties, Andria rarely picks up the camera herself anymore.  As she's grown older, her close friends and associates have noticed a melancholy taking over her in the rare quiet, unguarded moments.  Normally very extroverted and unapologetic, Andria has found herself more and more lonely and dissatisfied with her successful life.  For all her success, she has realized there has been one piece missing to her happiness: being who she really is.  Andria, despite the usually liberal bend of her circles of society, has secretly been a lesbian all her life.  Her continued success hinges on her ability to remain an asexual observer of beauty.  Andria finds herself seeking company with women who will remain discrete, overhearing word of mouth praise for an escort service that is at once classy and secretive.