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Sangre sighed and shook her head.

"Lucian, I thank you for your concern," she began, trying her best to be calm. "But I make more than enough money to get by. Marina just likes to over exaggerate things. I like to think I'm well off, so don't worry about it." She winked at him. "Okay?"

((Woo! Dinner was great! heart ))

Sangre blinked.

"Well, I don't know. I-"

"Sangre!"

She turned her head to look at Marina, who was headed her way.

"Yeah?"

Marina smiled at her.

"I know it was probably a bad surprise to know that the photo shoot was changed," she began, making Sangre twitch with rage. "But, because you've done such a good job, I have a very GOOD surprise for you!"

Sangre blinked up at her.

"Like what?"

Marina extended her hand out to Sangre, who took it and stepped off of Lucian's lap, straightening up and looking Marina in question.

"Marina, what is going on-?"

"Sangre," the other woman stated simply. She motioned to the door. "Meet your photo shoot partner."

The door opened, and Sangre's eyes widened, a soft blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Raphael Redonna..." she breathed in awe.

Name: Raphael Redonna
Age: 23
Race: Human. And if he's not, he's done an EXCELLENT job of hiding it.
Bio: Is THE top male model in the nation. Working predominately for MAXIM 4 GIRLS, he is a mixture of Italian, French, and Hispanic. He's very warm and hospitable, and enjoys dying his hair strange colors.
Appearance:

((Except tanner-skinned.))

Raphael smiled broadly as he walked over to Sangre, taking her hand in his and lightly kissing the knuckles, leaving her speechless.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," he told her, his voice deep and his accent thick.

Sangre swallowed, but managed to smile back at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," she replied, barely able to talk with the sheer awe.

((Hey, I had to make it interesting! heart ))

Raphael blinked as Sangre looked at Lucian curiously, but then he smiled warmly and shook Lucian's hand.

"It's very nice to meet chu," he replied. Then he released Lucian's hand and looked back at Sangre, who was still in a kind of daze. "I very much look forvard to vorking vid you," he told her. "I have alvays been a great fan of your vork."

Sangre blushed.

"Oh, really?" She laughed sheepishly. "I have always greatly admired yours as well!" She managed a weak smile. "You know, this might be strange to hear, but I consider you a great inspiration to me!"

Raphael laughed.

"Oh, that is very kind," he replied. "I am pleased to 'ear you say dat." He gazed at her. "I have alvays been interested in the vay you do your vork - taking on the impressions of ze characters. You know you are famous for it."

Sangre blinked.

"Oh, really?" She laughed. "I would think it more common than that."

Raphael shook his head.

"Not at all," he replied. "I 'ave known many models, but none of dem do deir vork quite like you do. It is inspirational and refreshing." He smiled at her. "Ve simply must talk more about dis later!"

Sangre brightened.

"Oh, well-!"

"Sangre!" Elizabeth called. "Let's go, Sangre! Time for dress and make up!" She smiled at Raphael. "You as well, Mr. Redonna."

He nodded to her before looking back at Sangre.

"I suppose ve vill speak later," he told her, giving her a small bow. "Until den."

Then he turned and departed into another dressing room, and Sangre quite nearly fainted in Lucian's arms.

"Oh my God this is amazing!" She breathed excitedly, doing a mental squeal. "I get to work with Raphael Redonna! OMG!"

((We can't let it be so easy for Lucian, now can we? wink ))

Sangre shot him a look.

"Well, my apologies if you don't understand it!" She snapped. "Raphael Redonna is who inspired me to BECOME model in the first place! It was him who made me believe that I could do it when I first started out six years ago!" She huffed. "He's the most famous model there IS in Europe, Central and South America!" She rolled her eyes. "And yes. He IS smoking hot." Turning, she headed to the dressing rooms. "And I consider it an honor to work with him. I'll see you when I come out."

Then she slammed the door behind her.

Elizabeth walked over to Marina, and they began speaking in low voices, both looking mighty proud of themselves.

A few minutes later, Sangre emerged, looking like she was fit to murder something.

Marina saw her and smiled, walking over to her.

"Sangre, you look positively dazzling!" She cooed. Sangre rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"How dazzling can you be in lingerie?" She asked her disbelievingly.

"Absolutely dazzling," Raphael replied, walking over behind Marina. Sangre had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping.

"Ah..."

Raphael smiled and nodded to her, clad in nothing but black jeans and a flashing red belt buckle.

"Truly," he continued. "I am so glad I agreed to come in today. It is a magnificent opportunity."

Sangre smiled at him, still with the faintest of blushes on her cheeks.

"Oh, you exaggerate," she replied. Raphael shook his head and gracefully took one of her hands, leading her to the set.

"I am not," he stated simply. "I speak nothing but de truth."

Sangre smiled excitedly, ready to begin.

((DE PICCY:
))

Sangre and Raphael were speaking as the technicians set up, Sangre looking very eager and Raphael occasionally nodding. They were sitting on the couch in the set, the furniture piece covered in red velvet that matched quite nicely with Sangre's outfit.

She giggled, a broad grin splitting open her face as Raphael laughed as well, both of them speaking in quiet tones.

"All right!" Marina called. "We're beginning!"

She began to play the music, the beat smooth and silken and sexy.

Sangre blinked.

Oh my God! She thought as she realized where she had heard this song. I listened to this song the last time I had sex! WTF?!

Raphael laughed upon seeing her face.

"Vell," he breathed, taking her hand in his. "Let us begin."

"Remember, you two are together!" Marina coached from the sidelines. "You are obsessed over each other! You're swallowed in lust for the other! ACT like it!"

Sangre shot Marina a look, a blush beginning to overtake her face.

"Shut up Marina!" She muttered underneath her breath. "This is hard enough as it is!"

Raphael laughed, following Marina's instructions and sliding a hand around Sangre's back.

"Don't be afraid," he breathed to her softly. "I am a person, same as you. Ve are equal."

Sangre blinked and then smiled, her confidence restored.

"Okay!"

Then they began to work, moving sometimes as one or separately but always maintaining some sort of connection - whether it be through the hands or the eyes. Sangre allowed herself to drift off into that world she always went to when she worked, gazing at Raphael with half-closed, lusty eyes. He ran his hands through her hair, pushing it behind her ear, pulling her close. The characters they played were raw and alive. Elizabeth and Marina gave soft shudders, being able to feel the sexual tension even off the set. Smiling, they nodded to each other in pride, knowing they had made a good decision as Sangre lay against Raphael's shoulder, as if placing all her faith in him as he held her around the waist. This was definitely one for the books.

((Now the jealousy kicks in... xd ))

Sangre broke out of her trance as the building began to shake, and she looked up just in time to see a massive camera leg snapping, the entire structure twisting around to fall onto the sofa.

Her eyes closed tightly, she opened them hesitantly when she realized that she was fine.

Blinking, she looked up over her shoulder to see Raphael there above her, her back against his chest. He had pushed her off the sofa and placed himself above her to shield her from the breaking glass as the light fixtures broke. The sofa had been snapped into by the massive camera.

"Ah..." he breathed, wincing in pain. He managed to smile at Sangre. "Are you alvight, Miss Bello?"

Sangre's eyes widened, and she turned underneath him to push at his shoulders as his arms trembled. He was injured somehow, but how she wasn't sure.

"Mr. Redonna!" She breathed frantically, shifting to sit next to him as he managed to sit up. "Mr. Redonna, are you all right?"

Then, realizing what was happening, she stood and leaped up over the fallen camera, rushing to Lucian and slamming into him, knocking over the sofa and causing them to tumble to the floor, Sangre on top.

Her nails digging into his shoulders, she snarled in his ear.

"Stop it. Stop it right now."