Spotlight | Pfeiffer & Nora
There was something about Pfeiffer that had caught Nora’s eye from day one. Despite the fact that they’d only started talking recently, she had been spying the girl in the events and on the dashboard, amazed by both her physical features and her attitude. Pfeiffer dripped confidence - like she knew what she wanted and how to take it, yet never came off as arrogant or cocky. Her confidence seemed natural, genuine, something a child could be born with; it wasn’t, like Nora’s, all an act, or at least it didn’t feel like it. It wasn’t worn as a mask to hide insecurities and mistakes, it didn’t give people the impression that she knew what she was doing, because she actually did. Or maybe Nora’s mind was just rambling; maybe she was just projecting on Pfeiffer the things she wanted herself to be. Either way, the physical attraction remained; something about Pfeiffer’s slender figure, about her boyish looks and that short, ‘80-ish hair, it had made her linger on the few photos she’d spotted on the dash more than once.
So, to put it simply, Nora was excited. Curious, even; even with the few scenes from Pfeiffer she’d seen around, she had no idea what to expect, but it didn’t make her enthusiasm falter, not even remotely. She entered the Photography Studio rather early, too bored with her room to keep herself from anticipating their encounter. She hadn’t bothered wearing anything fancy, or tying her hair in an elegant manner; she had a feeling Pfeiffer wasn’t going to mind, and either way she planned on getting rid of her clothes (and the other girl’s) as soon as possible. Her gaze kept drifting to the door as she took a walk around, expecting her to arrive any moment now. In the meantime, there was a room to be explored; a series of tables at the sides of the room offered a variety of cameras and related equipment.
Nora obviously knew nothing about Photography, but there were regular digital cameras along with the professional ones, and she at least knew how to press a button. The quality didn’t matter to her anyway, not as much as the subject. With the corner of her eye, Nora spotted a cabinet in the corner of the room; nothing more than a black metal box, but somehow she knew what it was hiding. With one of the cameras still in her hand, Nora kneeled in front of it and started taking a look inside — sex toys, accessories, props. Anything that could make a photoshoot Now Kiss material. Her lips curved in a soft, playful smile as she grabbed one of the dildos and weighed it, examining it as if she’d never seen one. She had, of course, seen plenty — she had just never had the chance to fantasize about using it with Pfeiffer. When the door finally opened, Nora turned around and quickly aimed her camera, catching a glimpse of Pfeiffer just as she entered the room. “Evenin’”, she greeted her with a smile, standing up and stepping towards her.
