Busty Model for interrogation scene NSFW
GabrielGmaster is looking to pay a model for this casting. The casting is only open to female models. It's based around Berlin, Germany Added 1727299683.
Description:
I’m looking for busty models with a slim figure for an exciting new photo project that involves a Catwoman interrogation scene. This project is part of a new story I’m writing about a mid-20s woman on her way to a Halloween party in a Catwoman costume, who unexpectedly finds herself captured by a private detective and former CIA interrogator. Mistaking her for a high-level agent, he believes she’s the one he’s been hunting for.
The shoot will involve provocative poses, where your identity remains anonymous, but the aesthetic plays heavily on sensuality, tension, and erotic interrogation. If you enjoy playing bold, seductive roles, this project is perfect for you!
Requirements:
- Female models with beautiful, full breasts and a slim figure.
- Comfortable with artistic nudity, strong facial expressions, and dynamic, story-driven scenes.
- Must enjoy the creative process of bringing a powerful and captivating character to life.
If you’re interested, please reach out and we can discuss the details further.
Let’s create something unforgettable!
p.s. a slight look into the story ... ;)
She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, her body already sensitive from the first round, her chest exposed, the cold air brushing her skin. He walked toward her slowly, deliberately, holding a coiled length of silk rope. She eyed it warily. He hadn’t touched her with it yet, but the intent was clear. He was going to change her position.
Her wrists were untied, but only for a moment. Before she could react, he had her arms stretched above her head, wrists bound tightly to the metal pole behind the chair. Her body was forced forward, her chest thrust out further, her legs parted just enough to be vulnerable. The rope wasn’t painful, but it was firm, reminding her that no matter what she said, she couldn’t escape the five minutes once the clock began.
He placed the clock on the table beside her, its ticking filling the room like a countdown to something inevitable. "You know the rules," he said coldly. "Five minutes. Whatever happens, you can’t stop it. Not until I say so." His eyes traveled down her body, lingering on her bare breasts, her flushed skin, her heaving chest. "When the clock stops, we talk."
I am a hobbyist photographer and have more than 12 years experience. I work for either pay or trade depending on assignment.
I'm based in Berlin, Germany. Map
