As John walked into her apartment he was struck by a peculiar musky odor. “She must burn incense here continuously for the smell to be so strong,” he thought.
The walls were lined with glass shelves, which were filled with statuettes of goddesses. “Are these yours?”, he asked.
“If you mean did I make them, no I didn’t. They’re very old. They help keep me focused on my work,” she said.
“And what is your work?”, he asked.
“Right now, it’s you,” she said smiling. “If you’ll remove your clothes and sit on the pedestal over there, I’ll be right with you. I need to change into my working clothes,” she said pointing to a fabric-draped platform under the studio lights.