Closed starter for @classicdecadence Clementine & Xander
Clementine stood like a Babylonian statue, arms crossed and face stern, as looked across the photoshoot set. A young blond man was chatting it up with three if her girls, young fresh models that showed a lot of promise-- assuming they didn't get consumed by the parties and drugs. People who entered this industry wanting fame and fortune never lasted long, either because they whined when didn’t get what they wanted or because they lacked discipline. So the young man distracting her girls-- was a problem.
Clementine marched over, her stilettos clicking against the smooth concrete floor of the studio. "Excuse me," she cut into the conversation. Her models looked at her with fear, despite the fact that Clem's ire was focused square on the young man before her. She towered over him, which was to be expected. Without heels she was above six feet, with them hardly any man looked down at her. "What do you think you're doing?" She finally asked the young man. With that, the three young models scattered.