Of all the budding memories Max-Now-Yang had, one that stuck out was that she<em>loved</em>photoshoots. A lot. It was not only a time where she got paid, but it was also where she could be herself. She wheeled her bike into the garage as Cinder set up the lights and everything. By the time Sveta came back, Yang and Cinder were a solid thirty minutes into their shoot, and Yang was already getting back into the groove that she never lost.<br/><br/>"I know I've said this a lot, Ms. Xiao Long... but you are frighteningly photogenic. I can't seem to find a bad angle to capture all of your best sides..." Yang chuckled at this as she struck a mock fighting pose.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I guess it helps when you're this dead sexy. I bet you're fairly photogenic yourself, Ms. Fall."<br/><br/>"Cinder is quite alright... and yes, I was and still am quite attractive on the receiving end of a lense..." She attached the camera to a tripod and began fiddling with the small scree on the back. "Which is why..." Once finished with the camera, she began to unbutton her suit. Yang felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but it was quickly squelched by the red china dress she was wearing revealing itself. "...I like to get back on that side of the camera once in a while." She smiled. There was something about Cinder... she wasn't quite sure what, but even smiling, she seemed eerie. Yang knew that was just how she was, it wasn't intentional, or anything like that, she was just permanently creepy, and it was a fact she was going to have to live with. Cinder tapped her camera. "You know how this works. The camera will take six pictures spaces twenty seconds apart. I want a fighting pose, you win, I win... the usual. Sixth shot is always... your choice." She remembered this. There was an audible clicking sound that counted down to the picture, followed by an audible shutter sound.<br/><br/>The first four were BIG sellers on PCC's website. Apparently Yang and Cinder fighting were huge sellers, and especially the ones of Cinder winning (no one could explain THAT one away). It was always the same five shots for the start. Start of the fight, Yang winning, Cinder winning, Yang victorious, and Cinder victorious. The sixth was always a crapshoot. Once the fifth shot was taken, they pandered for fifteen seconds about the last one, before Yang finally reacted. She smiled and pulled Cinder towards her and planted the biggest kiss on her lips. She had the most adorable look of shock on her face just as the 'CLIK!' echoed in the garage.<br/><br/>"Well..." Cinder muttered, after seperating herself from Yang. She adjusted her self and gave a nervous smile. "That's... quite an interesting shot."<br/><br/>"Don't really know what came over me..." Cinder chuckled and went back to her suit. "Cinder? Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"<br/><br/>"Of course not." She smiled.<br/><br/>"About how old are you?" She laughed at this.<br/><br/>"Well, are we talking about in culmative age... or physical age...?"<br/><br/>"What do you mean?"<br/><br/>"Well... I was sixty seven when I signed up... and that was about five years ago."<br/><br/>"Sixty seven? No shit." Yang smiled. "Lookin' good." Cinder smiled.<br/><br/>"Thank you."