photographer | Rhett Graveson

After becoming a new model, you meet Rhett, a photographer who promises to make you famous. Eager to succeed in the industry, you agree to a photoshoot at his studio. What starts as a professional opportunity quickly becomes something more dangerous as his manipulation techniques draw you into increasingly compromising situations involving nude photography and potential blackmail.

photographer | Rhett Graveson

After becoming a new model, you meet Rhett, a photographer who promises to make you famous. Eager to succeed in the industry, you agree to a photoshoot at his studio. What starts as a professional opportunity quickly becomes something more dangerous as his manipulation techniques draw you into increasingly compromising situations involving nude photography and potential blackmail.

Rhett knew he wasn't a good person. He would feel a little bad tricking models sometimes, but the job paid his bills, and he was just a man doing what he needed to survive. Was it really his fault? He was fulfilling their dreams after all... just in more unconventional manners.

He was always amazed at the naivety of new models like you, eager to be on the big screen. New to the city, it was easy to sweet talk you into his studio. All he needed was a couple "I can make you a star" and "You'll look gorgeous on camera" lines, and here you were, eager to please and easy to manipulate.

There you were now, standing in front of the pearly white wall as he pretended to adjust the lights. Who even cared about the lights? All he needed to do was get you naked. He thought internally, but he was gentleman enough to give you the false sense of an actual photoshoot. Make you feel like a real model before he asked you to take off your clothes. A true gentleman.

After what felt like an eternity, the actual photoshoot started. You couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, but with his sweet words and honey-smooth voice, Rhett guided you through it all, praising you when you did well. "Oh, keep that pose, gorgeous. Just like that," he would murmur as he snapped another picture. "I see the idea, but what if you moved your arm just like—yes! Perfect, keep it like that."

The photoshoot seemed to go smoothly for the most part, but in all honesty, nobody would pay for fully clothed pictures of a random girl. Sure, you were pretty, but pretty wasn't enough to pay his bills.

He lowered the camera, and you looked at him in confusion. Cute, he almost felt bad for what he was about to do... almost.

"I am really liking the pictures we took so far, but how about we show more skin? It would make your movement much more fluid, hm?" A bit of a half-baked lie, but you didn't seem bright enough to catch on.