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Carefully, Quinn folded her jeans, threading them gently through the frame of the coat hanger, before hooking it on to the back of the aged wooden chair. She took a second to smooth down the red cocktail dress she had slipped into moments before, and confirmed that it's two straps were firmly secured by their clasp at the base of her back. Satisfied she slowly opened the Shoji screen, and stepped out into the unknown.

Mina was stood in the middle of the small studio, inspecting the lights that she had spent the last 20 minutes setting up. She clasped her hands, deep in thought, everything seemed more or less ready to go, there was just one more thing. As she heard the shoji screen door bump and grind open over the rough concrete floor, she turned her head to see Quinn emerge from the small changing area, resplendent in her new outfit. Of course Quinn was that final thing. A beautiful assistant, ready to submit herself to the magic of Mina's employer.

"You look gorgeous darling! Mr Edwards has fine taste, but then he always did know how best to costume his assistants to show off his illusions."
Quinn smiled, "Thank you. Is that it?" Quinn gestured towards the brightly painted cabinet set up in the midst of the lights.
"It is indeed. Mr Edwards take on a classic. He sends his apologies, by the way, he desperately wanted to be here today with us, unfortunately he's been called to London at short notice."
"Nothing to serious I hope."
"As best I could figure, something that should be descending from the gods, isn't. Still, he's sent me detailed instructions on the use of the prop, and the promotional images he requires for his potential clients. Have you worked with one of Mr Edwards props before?"
Quinn looked faintly embarrassed, "No... I answered an ad he'd placed for a model."
Mina shrugged, "Not a problem, it's not like this is a live performance. We can break the illusion down piece by piece" Mina smiled, at her own subtle pun, but it appeared to have gone over Quinn's head. The model was more than a little distracted. She had moved over to the illusion and was running her hands over it's smooth painted surfaces, "And you, have you worked for Mr Edwards before?", she asked. "As a photographer, many times. As an assistant, no."
"So have you ever been in one of the boxes?" Mina laughed, "A long time ago." Quinn turned to face the photographer, her interest piqued."Really? How?"
"Oh, a friend. She had an... interest." Mina explained as she made her way over to her work bench to retrieve one of her cameras. "She's how I know Mr Edwards. I believe she acquired her very first prop off of him, courtesy of one of his associates."
Quinn smiled, admiring the photographers lithe physique, as she leaned over the bench. "Well I'd have loved to have seen that 'performance'!"
Mina laughed. "Oh it wasn't very good, neither of us really knew what we were doing. Although you know how things are these days, there are probably pictures of it on the internet. Anyway shall we begin?"

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Carefully, Quinn folded her jeans, threading them gently through the frame of the coat hanger, before hooking it on to the back of the aged wooden chair. She took a second to smooth down the red cocktail dress she had slipped into moments before, and confirmed that it's two straps were firmly secured by their clasp at the base of her back. Satisfied she slowly opened the Shoji screen, and stepped out into the unknown.

Mina was stood in the middle of the small studio, inspecting the lights that she had spent the last 20 minutes setting up. She clasped her hands, deep in thought, everything seemed more or less ready to go, there was just one more thing. As she heard the shoji screen door bump and grind open over the rough concrete floor, she turned her head to see Quinn emerge from the small changing area, resplendent in her new outfit. Of course Quinn was that final thing. A beautiful assistant, ready to submit herself to the magic of Mina's employer.

"You look gorgeous darling! Mr Edwards has fine taste, but then he always did know how best to costume his assistants to show off his illusions."
Quinn smiled, "Thank you. Is that it?" Quinn gestured towards the brightly painted cabinet set up in the midst of the lights.
"It is indeed. Mr Edwards take on a classic. He sends his apologies, by the way, he desperately wanted to be here today with us, unfortunately he's been called to London at short notice."
"Nothing to serious I hope."
"As best I could figure, something that should be descending from the gods, isn't. Still, he's sent me detailed instructions on the use of the prop, and the promotional images he requires for his potential clients. Have you worked with one of Mr Edwards props before?"
Quinn looked faintly embarrassed, "No... I answered an ad he'd placed for a model."
Mina shrugged, "Not a problem, it's not like this is a live performance. We can break the illusion down piece by piece" Mina smiled, at her own subtle pun, but it appeared to have gone over Quinn's head. The model was more than a little distracted. She had moved over to the illusion and was running her hands over it's smooth painted surfaces, "And you, have you worked for Mr Edwards before?", she asked. "As a photographer, many times. As an assistant, no."
"So have you ever been in one of the boxes?" Mina laughed, "A long time ago." Quinn turned to face the photographer, her interest piqued."Really? How?"
"Oh, a friend. She had an... interest." Mina explained as she made her way over to her work bench to retrieve one of her cameras. "She's how I know Mr Edwards. I believe she acquired her very first prop off of him, courtesy of one of his associates."
Quinn smiled, admiring the photographers lithe physique, as she leaned over the bench. "Well I'd have loved to have seen that 'performance'!"
Mina laughed. "Oh it wasn't very good, neither of us really knew what we were doing. Although you know how things are these days, there are probably pictures of it on the internet. Anyway shall we begin?"