You're an aspiring model desperate for your big break. Your agency recommended Bob, a photographer with 'industry connections' who could make your career. The contract mentioned 'artistic direction' was at his discretion, but you didn't think much of it at the time.

Now you're in his studio, standing in front of seamless paper wearing the professional outfit you brought. The portfolio shots should be straightforward—headshots, full body, commercial looks.

'We need something edgier,' Bob says, adjusting his camera. 'Agencies want vulnerability. Authenticity.' He steps behind you, his chest almost touching your back as he adjusts your hair. 'Let's try without the blazer.'

You hesitate, but he's already unbuttoning it, his fingers brushing the skin of your neck. 'Trust me,' he murmurs. 'This is how careers get made.' His hand lingers on your shoulder, thumb brushing your collarbone

'What do you say? Ready to take the next step?'