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Rosalyn Marie Bailey 24 - Female - Model/Seamstress/Green Thumb an original character roleplay account Rosalyn Marie Bailey is (c) twoluckyseconds

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Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

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Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

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Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

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Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

“Can’t you controlyour hookers, Ren?” Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. “You’ve had your fun, now can we finish up? I’m a busy person, unlike some people.”

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“Who exactly was it that insisted on you being here?” Ren quirked an eyebrow, blinking up at the impossibly tall CEO. It really wasn’t fair, how tall he was compared to how short she was. Even the models towered over her, she could accept that, but this just wasn’t funny. “You need to fire your creative director, if you really have so many better things to do.”

She lifted her camera to her eye, obscuring her face as she focused in on the CEO’s angry scowl. “Thanks for the job… by the way. It’s gonna look good in my portfolio.” 

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“Hn.” Kaiba shoved his hand in front of her lens, stalking back towards the set. “Break’s over,” He announced, “Let’s get this over with.” A small part of him, a part he definitely 100% ignored, wanted to behave for Ren, after all, it was her work.

But then that part was blatantly ignored.

The models scurried around Kaiba, except Rosalyn, who took her time, dumping her plate into a trashcan and headed for the photographer. “Do you have a card?” She asked, gesturing to her ridiculous costume, “I can’t carry anything in this, so I don’t have mine, but I hope to be needing a photographer soon.”

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Ren scowled after Kaiba, polishing the smudges off of her camera lens. She turned to the model, her face painted with curiosity. She wanted… her card? “Uh… yeah. Are you sure?” She snapped her mouth shut. She could have kicked herself; she had to be more confident in this industry. It had just been so long since she had worked with actual people, instead of actual assholes, that she was beginning to forget how to interact with clients. She shook her head, and grinned broadly, fishing a card from the pocket of her high-waisted jeans. 

“We can trade after we finish up here. Don’t know where you expect to shove this in that… thing.” 

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Rosalyn giggled, flicking her bangs out of her face as she looked down at herself. “Yeah, being a sexy-fied version of His Royal Prickness isn’t comfortable, trust me.” The slanted cape tickled her legs, and what was this guy’s thing with buckles?! “I’ll be back for that card!” She walked back over to the set, hoping she’d just picked a good photographer for her debut… If she even got published.

She settled herself between Seto’s legs for about half a second before he stood up sharply, knocking her back on her elbows. “Enough!” He yelled, stony faced. “This farse of a photoshoot is over.”

Rosalyn stared up at him from the floor, and for the first time was intimidated by Seto Kaiba.

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Ren scowled, letting her camera drop against her abdomen as she strode to pick the model up from the ground. “Have fun fapping over your cards, douche!” She called after him, only catching the snap of the door as he stormed from the room. She rolled her eyes, helping the girl to her feet. “Welcome to KaibaCorp,” Ren jibed. 

She could hardly believe his nerve, sometimes. It was to be expected at the manor, and she could deal with it at dueling tournaments, but here? In her domain? She was positively insulted. He might have been the king of his castle, but behind the camera was her kingdom, and a queen would not be spoken to in such a manner. 

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She gave a shaky laugh, brushing off the back of her costume. “Well, can’t say I wasn’t asking for it, can I?” Rosalyn glanced back at the frightened models as one of them burst into tears (a little dramatic, but then again, what wasn’t here?) “Sorry about the rest of the shoot. Do you have enough to work with?” She began to unhook herself from her ridiculous garments, tucking her silver gauntlets under one arm.

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“More than enough, thanks to you.” Ren smirked, hefting her camera in one hand and clicking through the preview shots. She moved to stand next to the taller woman, showing off a few of her favorites. “I’m Ren, by the way. Kuroki.” She stuck out a hand for the other girl to take. “You are?”

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She took Ren’s hand in her own. “Rosalyn Bailey, pleasure to meet you.” She hovered over Ren’s shoulder as she clicked through the shots, and lost it at what she would call the Flustered Kaiba Pic. “Oh sweet lord above, look at his face!!” She cackled, bouncing a bit. “Oh that is candid, that is priceless!”

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Ren grinned, pink tongue poking out through her teeth. “I’m always surprised to find he’s got facial expressions other than ‘scowl’.” She snorted, clicking through a few more. “I’m gonna fuckin’ frame these and stick them all over the house. No. I’m going to print off a million of them and shove them in nooks and crannies so that he’s surprised. He’s gonna love waking up to this on the back of his cereal box.” 

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Rosalyn bounced around as she cackled with glee, her ponytail chasing behind her. "Oh my god cards, Ren! You're a genius! Oh, oh, and you should blow it up and put it in place of his dumb self portrait in the lobby!" She snorted to herself, imagining the shade of red Kaiba's face would turn if they could pull off that stunt.

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Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

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Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

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Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

“Can’t you controlyour hookers, Ren?” Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. “You’ve had your fun, now can we finish up? I’m a busy person, unlike some people.”

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“Who exactly was it that insisted on you being here?” Ren quirked an eyebrow, blinking up at the impossibly tall CEO. It really wasn’t fair, how tall he was compared to how short she was. Even the models towered over her, she could accept that, but this just wasn’t funny. “You need to fire your creative director, if you really have so many better things to do.”

She lifted her camera to her eye, obscuring her face as she focused in on the CEO’s angry scowl. “Thanks for the job… by the way. It’s gonna look good in my portfolio.” 

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“Hn.” Kaiba shoved his hand in front of her lens, stalking back towards the set. “Break’s over,” He announced, “Let’s get this over with.” A small part of him, a part he definitely 100% ignored, wanted to behave for Ren, after all, it was her work.

But then that part was blatantly ignored.

The models scurried around Kaiba, except Rosalyn, who took her time, dumping her plate into a trashcan and headed for the photographer. “Do you have a card?” She asked, gesturing to her ridiculous costume, “I can’t carry anything in this, so I don’t have mine, but I hope to be needing a photographer soon.”

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Ren scowled after Kaiba, polishing the smudges off of her camera lens. She turned to the model, her face painted with curiosity. She wanted… her card? “Uh… yeah. Are you sure?” She snapped her mouth shut. She could have kicked herself; she had to be more confident in this industry. It had just been so long since she had worked with actual people, instead of actual assholes, that she was beginning to forget how to interact with clients. She shook her head, and grinned broadly, fishing a card from the pocket of her high-waisted jeans. 

“We can trade after we finish up here. Don’t know where you expect to shove this in that… thing.” 

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Rosalyn giggled, flicking her bangs out of her face as she looked down at herself. “Yeah, being a sexy-fied version of His Royal Prickness isn’t comfortable, trust me.” The slanted cape tickled her legs, and what was this guy’s thing with buckles?! “I’ll be back for that card!” She walked back over to the set, hoping she’d just picked a good photographer for her debut… If she even got published.

She settled herself between Seto’s legs for about half a second before he stood up sharply, knocking her back on her elbows. “Enough!” He yelled, stony faced. “This farse of a photoshoot is over.”

Rosalyn stared up at him from the floor, and for the first time was intimidated by Seto Kaiba.

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Ren scowled, letting her camera drop against her abdomen as she strode to pick the model up from the ground. “Have fun fapping over your cards, douche!” She called after him, only catching the snap of the door as he stormed from the room. She rolled her eyes, helping the girl to her feet. “Welcome to KaibaCorp,” Ren jibed. 

She could hardly believe his nerve, sometimes. It was to be expected at the manor, and she could deal with it at dueling tournaments, but here? In her domain? She was positively insulted. He might have been the king of his castle, but behind the camera was her kingdom, and a queen would not be spoken to in such a manner. 

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She gave a shaky laugh, brushing off the back of her costume. “Well, can’t say I wasn’t asking for it, can I?” Rosalyn glanced back at the frightened models as one of them burst into tears (a little dramatic, but then again, what wasn’t here?) “Sorry about the rest of the shoot. Do you have enough to work with?” She began to unhook herself from her ridiculous garments, tucking her silver gauntlets under one arm.

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“More than enough, thanks to you.” Ren smirked, hefting her camera in one hand and clicking through the preview shots. She moved to stand next to the taller woman, showing off a few of her favorites. “I’m Ren, by the way. Kuroki.” She stuck out a hand for the other girl to take. “You are?”

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She took Ren's hand in her own. "Rosalyn Bailey, pleasure to meet you." She hovered over Ren's shoulder as she clicked through the shots, and lost it at what she would call the Flustered Kaiba Pic. "Oh sweet lord above, look at his face!!" She cackled, bouncing a bit. "Oh that is candid, that is priceless!"

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Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

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Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

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Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

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Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake.  Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”  

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“No, I’m just looking around.” Her voice was faintly British, as if she’d lived there, but long ago. “This is the KaibaCave, I assume?” Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary’s desk. She rolled her eyes. “Seems his style.”

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. “You must be Seto’s secretary.” She beamed, holding out a hand. “I’m Rosalyn.”

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Sophia briefly glanced at Rosalyn’s hand before returning the gesture. “Sophia. Temporary secretary.  Or at least until I can save up enough money for another expedition.  So what brings you to the gates of hell?”  She quirked an eyebrow at the model, still not fully trusting anyone who wanders up to Kaiba’s office while he wasn’t in.  If this girl was a thief, Kaiba would have both of their heads.  And Sophia liked having a job that paid well.

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She shrugged her porcelain shoulders. “I was down at the ‘shoot and got this nifty tour pass, so I could hear more about Mr. Kaiba and his accomplishments,” She paused to fake gag, “I thought exploring would be more fun. What sort of expeditions do you go on, Sophia?”

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“Contrary to my job description, I am an archaeologist and anthropologist.” She replied while straightening her glasses.  ”I’ve been all over the world to different sites and museums, but yet they still don’t pay me enough.” She grimaced. “I assume you are one of the models from the earlier shoot?” She did a once over on the girl, she certainly did look the part.

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“Ech, I know how you feel,” Rosalyn sighed, rubbing one ankle against the other, “I was just practically straddling Seto Kaiba and I definitely deserve more than I was payed for that. He could have had me beheaded right then and there.” She giggled, shifting to the other foot. “How long have you been temporary-secretary?” Rosalyn glanced down the hall she’d just come from, hoping Sophia’s boss wasn’t headed her way right then.

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Sophia’s eyebrows uncharacteristically disappeared into her thick bangs.  She had been what? Sophia didn’t know much about modeling, but to think that Kaiba would allow someone to do that to him?  Sophia would have paid money to see the look on his face. (>3)  ”I would say about seven months.  A few more and I will have enough to quit and get back to my real job.”  She pushed away her keyboard, this was way more entertaining. “So what brings you to Japan of all places? Obviously you aren’t from here.”

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She shook her head, long black tresses bouncing around her face and shoulders. “No, English-born, raised in America. I was trying to make it as a model in London a few months ago but there really wasn’t a calling for more English models in England.” Rosalyn moved off the desktop and began looking around again. “Like you, and that lovely photographer I met downstairs,” She slipped her hand into her hidden skirt pocket to make sure Ren’s card was still there, “I’m only working until I can afford to start my own career.”

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“It looks like we’re all in the same hell-Wait photographer? You mean Ren?”  Sophia cocked her head to the side in a sign of confusion.  She didn’t know Ren had been the photographer for the shoot…Small world.

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Rosalyn turned on the ball of her foot back to the desk. "Medium, red-brown hair, likes it when Kaiba suffers?"

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Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

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Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

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Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

“Can’t you controlyour hookers, Ren?” Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. “You’ve had your fun, now can we finish up? I’m a busy person, unlike some people.”

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“Who exactly was it that insisted on you being here?” Ren quirked an eyebrow, blinking up at the impossibly tall CEO. It really wasn’t fair, how tall he was compared to how short she was. Even the models towered over her, she could accept that, but this just wasn’t funny. “You need to fire your creative director, if you really have so many better things to do.”

She lifted her camera to her eye, obscuring her face as she focused in on the CEO’s angry scowl. “Thanks for the job… by the way. It’s gonna look good in my portfolio.” 

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“Hn.” Kaiba shoved his hand in front of her lens, stalking back towards the set. “Break’s over,” He announced, “Let’s get this over with.” A small part of him, a part he definitely 100% ignored, wanted to behave for Ren, after all, it was her work.

But then that part was blatantly ignored.

The models scurried around Kaiba, except Rosalyn, who took her time, dumping her plate into a trashcan and headed for the photographer. “Do you have a card?” She asked, gesturing to her ridiculous costume, “I can’t carry anything in this, so I don’t have mine, but I hope to be needing a photographer soon.”

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Ren scowled after Kaiba, polishing the smudges off of her camera lens. She turned to the model, her face painted with curiosity. She wanted… her card? “Uh… yeah. Are you sure?” She snapped her mouth shut. She could have kicked herself; she had to be more confident in this industry. It had just been so long since she had worked with actual people, instead of actual assholes, that she was beginning to forget how to interact with clients. She shook her head, and grinned broadly, fishing a card from the pocket of her high-waisted jeans. 

“We can trade after we finish up here. Don’t know where you expect to shove this in that… thing.” 

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Rosalyn giggled, flicking her bangs out of her face as she looked down at herself. “Yeah, being a sexy-fied version of His Royal Prickness isn’t comfortable, trust me.” The slanted cape tickled her legs, and what was this guy’s thing with buckles?! “I’ll be back for that card!” She walked back over to the set, hoping she’d just picked a good photographer for her debut… If she even got published.

She settled herself between Seto’s legs for about half a second before he stood up sharply, knocking her back on her elbows. “Enough!” He yelled, stony faced. “This farse of a photoshoot is over.”

Rosalyn stared up at him from the floor, and for the first time was intimidated by Seto Kaiba.

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Ren scowled, letting her camera drop against her abdomen as she strode to pick the model up from the ground. “Have fun fapping over your cards, douche!” She called after him, only catching the snap of the door as he stormed from the room. She rolled her eyes, helping the girl to her feet. “Welcome to KaibaCorp,” Ren jibed. 

She could hardly believe his nerve, sometimes. It was to be expected at the manor, and she could deal with it at dueling tournaments, but here? In her domain? She was positively insulted. He might have been the king of his castle, but behind the camera was her kingdom, and a queen would not be spoken to in such a manner. 

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She gave a shaky laugh, brushing off the back of her costume. "Well, can't say I wasn't asking for it, can I?" Rosalyn glanced back at the frightened models as one of them burst into tears (a little dramatic, but then again, what wasn't here?) "Sorry about the rest of the shoot. Do you have enough to work with?" She began to unhook herself from her ridiculous garments, tucking her silver gauntlets under one arm.

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Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

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Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

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Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake.  Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”  

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“No, I’m just looking around.” Her voice was faintly British, as if she’d lived there, but long ago. “This is the KaibaCave, I assume?” Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary’s desk. She rolled her eyes. “Seems his style.”

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. “You must be Seto’s secretary.” She beamed, holding out a hand. “I’m Rosalyn.”

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Sophia briefly glanced at Rosalyn’s hand before returning the gesture. “Sophia. Temporary secretary.  Or at least until I can save up enough money for another expedition.  So what brings you to the gates of hell?”  She quirked an eyebrow at the model, still not fully trusting anyone who wanders up to Kaiba’s office while he wasn’t in.  If this girl was a thief, Kaiba would have both of their heads.  And Sophia liked having a job that paid well.

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She shrugged her porcelain shoulders. “I was down at the ‘shoot and got this nifty tour pass, so I could hear more about Mr. Kaiba and his accomplishments,” She paused to fake gag, “I thought exploring would be more fun. What sort of expeditions do you go on, Sophia?”

[srspsyche-blog]

“Contrary to my job description, I am an archaeologist and anthropologist.” She replied while straightening her glasses.  ”I’ve been all over the world to different sites and museums, but yet they still don’t pay me enough.” She grimaced. “I assume you are one of the models from the earlier shoot?” She did a once over on the girl, she certainly did look the part.

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“Ech, I know how you feel,” Rosalyn sighed, rubbing one ankle against the other, “I was just practically straddling Seto Kaiba and I definitely deserve more than I was payed for that. He could have had me beheaded right then and there.” She giggled, shifting to the other foot. “How long have you been temporary-secretary?” Rosalyn glanced down the hall she’d just come from, hoping Sophia’s boss wasn’t headed her way right then.

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Sophia’s eyebrows uncharacteristically disappeared into her thick bangs.  She had been what? Sophia didn’t know much about modeling, but to think that Kaiba would allow someone to do that to him?  Sophia would have paid money to see the look on his face. (>3)  ”I would say about seven months.  A few more and I will have enough to quit and get back to my real job.”  She pushed away her keyboard, this was way more entertaining. “So what brings you to Japan of all places? Obviously you aren’t from here.”

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She shook her head, long black tresses bouncing around her face and shoulders. "No, English-born, raised in America. I was trying to make it as a model in London a few months ago but there really wasn't a calling for more English models in England." Rosalyn moved off the desktop and began looking around again. "Like you, and that lovely photographer I met downstairs," She slipped her hand into her hidden skirt pocket to make sure Ren's card was still there, "I'm only working until I can afford to start my own career."

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Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

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Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

[rosgarden-blog]

Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

“Can’t you controlyour hookers, Ren?” Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. “You’ve had your fun, now can we finish up? I’m a busy person, unlike some people.”

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“Who exactly was it that insisted on you being here?” Ren quirked an eyebrow, blinking up at the impossibly tall CEO. It really wasn’t fair, how tall he was compared to how short she was. Even the models towered over her, she could accept that, but this just wasn’t funny. “You need to fire your creative director, if you really have so many better things to do.”

She lifted her camera to her eye, obscuring her face as she focused in on the CEO’s angry scowl. “Thanks for the job… by the way. It’s gonna look good in my portfolio.” 

[rosgarden-blog]

“Hn.” Kaiba shoved his hand in front of her lens, stalking back towards the set. “Break’s over,” He announced, “Let’s get this over with.” A small part of him, a part he definitely 100% ignored, wanted to behave for Ren, after all, it was her work.

But then that part was blatantly ignored.

The models scurried around Kaiba, except Rosalyn, who took her time, dumping her plate into a trashcan and headed for the photographer. “Do you have a card?” She asked, gesturing to her ridiculous costume, “I can’t carry anything in this, so I don’t have mine, but I hope to be needing a photographer soon.”

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren scowled after Kaiba, polishing the smudges off of her camera lens. She turned to the model, her face painted with curiosity. She wanted… her card? “Uh… yeah. Are you sure?” She snapped her mouth shut. She could have kicked herself; she had to be more confident in this industry. It had just been so long since she had worked with actual people, instead of actual assholes, that she was beginning to forget how to interact with clients. She shook her head, and grinned broadly, fishing a card from the pocket of her high-waisted jeans. 

“We can trade after we finish up here. Don’t know where you expect to shove this in that… thing.” 

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn giggled, flicking her bangs out of her face as she looked down at herself. "Yeah, being a sexy-fied version of His Royal Prickness isn't comfortable, trust me." The slanted cape tickled her legs, and what was this guy's thing with buckles?! "I'll be back for that card!" She walked back over to the set, hoping she'd just picked a good photographer for her debut... If she even got published.

She settled herself between Seto's legs for about half a second before he stood up sharply, knocking her back on her elbows. "Enough!" He yelled, stony faced. "This farse of a photoshoot is over."

Rosalyn stared up at him from the floor, and for the first time was intimidated by Seto Kaiba.

[rosgarden-blog]

Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake.  Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”  

[rosgarden-blog]

“No, I’m just looking around.” Her voice was faintly British, as if she’d lived there, but long ago. “This is the KaibaCave, I assume?” Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary’s desk. She rolled her eyes. “Seems his style.”

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. “You must be Seto’s secretary.” She beamed, holding out a hand. “I’m Rosalyn.”

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia briefly glanced at Rosalyn’s hand before returning the gesture. “Sophia. Temporary secretary.  Or at least until I can save up enough money for another expedition.  So what brings you to the gates of hell?”  She quirked an eyebrow at the model, still not fully trusting anyone who wanders up to Kaiba’s office while he wasn’t in.  If this girl was a thief, Kaiba would have both of their heads.  And Sophia liked having a job that paid well.

[rosgarden-blog]

She shrugged her porcelain shoulders. “I was down at the ‘shoot and got this nifty tour pass, so I could hear more about Mr. Kaiba and his accomplishments,” She paused to fake gag, “I thought exploring would be more fun. What sort of expeditions do you go on, Sophia?”

[srspsyche-blog]

“Contrary to my job description, I am an archaeologist and anthropologist.” She replied while straightening her glasses.  ”I’ve been all over the world to different sites and museums, but yet they still don’t pay me enough.” She grimaced. “I assume you are one of the models from the earlier shoot?” She did a once over on the girl, she certainly did look the part.

[rosgarden-blog]

"Ech, I know how you feel," Rosalyn sighed, rubbing one ankle against the other, "I was just practically straddling Seto Kaiba and I definitely deserve more than I was payed for that. He could have had me beheaded right then and there." She giggled, shifting to the other foot. "How long have you been temporary-secretary?" Rosalyn glanced down the hall she'd just come from, hoping Sophia's boss wasn't headed her way right then.

[rosgarden-blog]

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Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

[rosgarden-blog]

Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

“Can’t you controlyour hookers, Ren?” Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. “You’ve had your fun, now can we finish up? I’m a busy person, unlike some people.”

[fuckyouseto-blog]

“Who exactly was it that insisted on you being here?” Ren quirked an eyebrow, blinking up at the impossibly tall CEO. It really wasn’t fair, how tall he was compared to how short she was. Even the models towered over her, she could accept that, but this just wasn’t funny. “You need to fire your creative director, if you really have so many better things to do.”

She lifted her camera to her eye, obscuring her face as she focused in on the CEO’s angry scowl. “Thanks for the job… by the way. It’s gonna look good in my portfolio.” 

[rosgarden-blog]

"Hn." Kaiba shoved his hand in front of her lens, stalking back towards the set. "Break's over," He announced, "Let's get this over with." A small part of him, a part he definitely 100% ignored, wanted to behave for Ren, after all, it was her work.

But then that part was blatantly ignored.

The models scurried around Kaiba, except Rosalyn, who took her time, dumping her plate into a trashcan and headed for the photographer. "Do you have a card?" She asked, gesturing to her ridiculous costume, "I can't carry anything in this, so I don't have mine, but I hope to be needing a photographer soon."

[rosgarden-blog]

Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake.  Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”  

[rosgarden-blog]

“No, I’m just looking around.” Her voice was faintly British, as if she’d lived there, but long ago. “This is the KaibaCave, I assume?” Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary’s desk. She rolled her eyes. “Seems his style.”

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. “You must be Seto’s secretary.” She beamed, holding out a hand. “I’m Rosalyn.”

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia briefly glanced at Rosalyn’s hand before returning the gesture. “Sophia. Temporary secretary.  Or at least until I can save up enough money for another expedition.  So what brings you to the gates of hell?”  She quirked an eyebrow at the model, still not fully trusting anyone who wanders up to Kaiba’s office while he wasn’t in.  If this girl was a thief, Kaiba would have both of their heads.  And Sophia liked having a job that paid well.

[rosgarden-blog]

She shrugged her porcelain shoulders. "I was down at the 'shoot and got this nifty tour pass, so I could hear more about Mr. Kaiba and his accomplishments," She paused to fake gag, "I thought exploring would be more fun. What sort of expeditions do you go on, Sophia?"

[rosgarden-blog]

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba’s lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA’s, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA’s had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Finally managing to compose herself, Ren flounced her way to the refreshment table and plucked a crunchy gala apple from atop the bowl of fruit, winking at the ballsy model. “That was well done.” She commented offhandedly, brushing through the sea of drab girls to the CEO. She was ready to poke some fun. 

“That was a brilliant show, wasn’t it?” Ren smirked, speaking around the juicy fruit. She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and glanced back at the brunette. “These are just some spectacular models you’ve managed to scrounge up. Are half of them hookers, or…?”

[rosgarden-blog]

Chuckling to herself, Rosalyn made a little plate of various fruits and veg and tried to make conversation with the models left in the room, who stared hungrily at her plate even after they refused her offer of sharing.

"Can't you controlyour hookers, Ren?" Seto seethed, glaring down the photographer. "You've had your fun, now can we finish up? I'm a busy person, unlike some people."

[rosgarden-blog]

Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba’s lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she’d expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. “Oh, hello there.” She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia blinked when the person was NOT Kaiba, but instead some young woman who looked like she had walked out of a magazine (literally). Maybe she was Kaiba’s latest conquest…Sophia hoped Ren wouldn’t find out, for the girl’s sake.  Ren would probably claw her pretty eyes out.

Regaining her composure, Sophia looked boredly at Rosalyn and asked. “May I help you ma’am?”  

[rosgarden-blog]

"No, I'm just looking around." Her voice was faintly British, as if she'd lived there, but long ago. "This is the KaibaCave, I assume?" Rosalyn gestured to the extravagant doors past the secretary's desk. She rolled her eyes. "Seems his style."

Rosalyn approached the desk, leaning on the tabletop. "You must be Seto's secretary." She beamed, holding out a hand. "I'm Rosalyn."

[rosgarden-blog]

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren snorted, trying vainly to hold in her laughter, but it was to no avail. She burst into a fit of giggles, excusing the girls for a five minute break as she walked away, laughing long and hard. She collapsed into her folding chair, clutching her camera to her stomach as she doubled over, the image of Kaiba’s perplexed face permanently burned into the back of her eyelids. She was sure now: she was absolutely in love with this model. 

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn rolled off Kaiba's lap and strolled nonchalantly over to the new refreshment table to get some water. She watched as Seto stalked in the direction of a few frantic PA's, looking like a bear who was hungry for model or photographer, possibly both. She grinned, popping a grape between her lips.

Seto ignored the chattering of whichever PA's had accompanied him to the photoshoot today and smacked a powder puff from some innocent makeup crew member. That model would be fired from life. No one made Seto Kaiba a fool, especially in front of the one person who would personally scream it to the heavens and never, ever let it go.

[rosgarden-blog]

Post-Rediculous-Kaiba-Corps-Promotional-Photoshoot-Bullshit, Rosalyn helped herself to the rest of the compound. Part of the gift-basket from the KC Staff after the shoot was a 1 Day Tour Pass, but, not in the mood for hearingmoreabout Seto Kaiba and his journey to piles of money and fame, Rosalyn…

[srspsyche-blog]

Sophia glared at the financial spreadsheet on the screen in front of her.  Last time she checked, she was the secretary, not the financial assistant.  But Kaiba had wanted this done post haste and since Sophia was the only one working this weekend, she was the one who got stuck with the damn nightmare.  Seriously?  HOW MUCH did the man have to spend on this stupid card game?  Growling in frustration, she faintly heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator.  Oh, if that was Kaiba…he was going to get an earful…

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn click-clacked down the hall in her bright yellow heels, taking in the blandness of Kaiba's lair thusfar. Pretentiously modern, yes, but she'd expected to be taken out by lasers or something cool long ago. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the angry woman behind the desk. "Oh, hello there." She smiled tentatively. The woman looked ready to kill someone.

[rosgarden-blog]

The conference room at Kaiba Corps was abuzz with the conversation of young, tiny-waisted models, their jaunty ribs and hip-bones cloaked with feminized versions of the company’s namesake’s trademark dueling outfit. One amongst them, a model who refused to frequent the bathrooms, even when she was…

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren Kuroki glanced up from her camera, quietly dismissing the female before her. She didn’t want to be here. How she had been cajoled into photographing the Kaiba Corporation’s latest ad campaign, she would never know. The CEO had probably assumed he was doing her a favor. Being nanny to the youngest Kaiba, he already had her proverbial balls in his pocket, but she probably would have caved eventually. She needed the work for her portfolio, and if she ever hoped to escape the Kaiba manor, it was better for her to just shut up and do the job. 

“Can we get the next bundle of twigs in here please?” She quipped to the assistant at the door. The sooner she finished up here, the better.

[rosgarden-blog]

“Group C to the set,” An irritated looking assistant with a KC pin on her lapel called from the doorway, “Group C, you’re next on set.” Rosalyn took a calming breath before joining the next bunch of women filing into the next room. She pulled her lips into a graceful smile as she entered, curly black hair bouncing behind her in its high ponytail. Just a little while longer, She told herself, scanning the room, This could be your last commercial photoshoot. Remember it. Rosalyn waited with the rest of the girls for the photographer to place them around the Kaiba Corps symbol, their God Card, who sat on an obnoxiously modern chair in the middle of the set, looking about as excited to be here as Rosalyn was.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren bit her bottom lip as the girls filed in, stifling laughter. She didn’t think it was possible for this group to look stupider than the last, but by God, they had accomplished it. She could think of nothing more narcissistic than posing Kaiba with a bunch of women dressed as Kaiba, but here they were, in white and blue, looking absolutely asinine. She exhaled a heavy sigh, a smirk at her lips, and shuffled a few of the women around, arranging them like flowers to accent the fuckass. 

Ren took a deep breath and began to shoot, hoping that the models were competent enough to give her some good shots. Some of them were positively hopeless, but a couple stood out immediately; a blonde in the back, and the curly-headed woman to Kaiba’s left. They were making her job just a little more enjoyable. 

[rosgarden-blog]

Rosalyn posed and posed, annoyed with how some of the girls around her refused to move unless the sassy photographer snapped at them. To her surprise, none of the bimbos were pawing at the billionaire like she suspected they would- then she looked at the man himself. He sat, smirking at the camera with cold blue eyes reminiscent of his trademark card. No wonder the girls hesitated, they must’ve been scared out of their horny wants.

Well, fuck that. Rosalyn reached across his royal corporate ass’ personal bubble and turned his snarky face towards her own, licking her lips slowly and giving the camera flirty eyes. If this was her last shoot, she’d make it memorable.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

A broad grin split across the photographer’s face and she snapped wildly at the scene before her. Now they were in business. Even if they didn’t end up selling, these shots were juicy as hell, and were going straight into her private portfolio. She only wished that the other women were half as ballsy. 

“KAIBA.” She snapped, after a dozen frames or so. “Is it at all possible for you to look a little less dead behind the eyes? And you four?” She gestured at the models behind the chair, who had shifted through the same set of five poses like zombies. “You all look bored. You’re fucking duel monsters, not corpses. Where is your swagger?” 

[rosgarden-blog]

The brunette billionaire jerked his chin from Rosalyn’s hand to glare at the photographer, so Rosalyn mocked surprise for the camera, popping up a heel and leaning closer to Kaiba. At least someone in this industry knew how to have fun. She felt the women around her shift uncomfortably, in their poses, clothes, and probably their own skins, and knew she’d be making a killing.

[fuckyouseto-blog]

Ren's face lit up. She was in love. It had been a good long while since the last time she had worked with someone fun, and she was interested in making it last a good long while. She dismissed the bored bitches from the back with a wave of her hand, keeping around the girls who were actually working. Ren had an eye for hard workers, and was sympathetic to anyone who worked around Kaiba and actually seemed to endure his... Kaibaness. 

[rosgarden-blog]

Grinning to herself, Rosalyn pulled herself up and perched (somewhat uncomfortably) across the arms of Kaiba's chair, with no help from the bewildered Seto. The other models filled in the gaps, and she winked at the photographer, beaming brightly. Rosalyn made a mental note to get this girl's card as soon as they were done, and began mock-pawing at Seto's blazer buttons.