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Freya fell into the role easier when she knew Kettil was by his side, but it couldn't last forever. Eventually the photographers asked the two men to move aside, as a parade of people started to line up to get pictures with the main model of the show. They were less handsy than the older man with the mansion was, and Freya managed to pose professionally in all of the rest of them. As they snapped, photographers kept asking nosy questions that she answered without thinking.

"Your name is Kylie Busetti, is that correct?" The listing had a different woman for the lead - and that woman had never shown up.

"Nah, is Freya Brynhildr." Freya announced, holding her hands in her hair as she posed for pictures. She even spelled the name out, and choked on the last r. Why did she just give them her real name? What was she thinking?

She was thinking she wanted to use this show on her resume, that's what..

"And was that your boyfriend Miss Freya?" The questions were so nosy, and threw her off of her poses. "No, is my husband. And his papa."

"Is your husband a model as well?"

She flickered her eyes at Kettil, filled with just a little too much affection and lust than they should have been, as she eyed him up and down.

"No, but he should be, ja?" The photographers all laughed as if she'd made the funniest joke (which she hadn't) and they complimented her on her sexy accent. It was then that she felt a sudden exhaustion from dealing with people speaking to her as if they knew her, and dropped the poses.

"Hokay, no more pictures bye bye!" She waved the throng away, and moved back to Kettil and Coyote's side.

"Papa?" She whispered, staring up at Coyote with wide eyes. "Can we goes now?"

Oh. Right. She wasn't wearing anything but underwear. She'd actually forgotten.

"Umm, they are upstairs in teh rooms they took me in. I goes and change, I meets yeh outside, if they don't stops me, ja?" She looked around furtively, hoping that the crew would leave her be now that she'd done her duty.

She leaned in out of pure instinct and answered his kiss with her own, but too soon he was walking away, and she was heading for the back door on her own.

She never felt quite right on her own.

Her hands wrapped around her arms as she walked up the stairs, and found the changing room empty. Her clothes were scattered on the floor exactly where they'd dropped, and she decided the quicker she got dressed the better. So she left the fancy underwear on, and slapped her dress back on her body. Then the trenchcoat came, which made her look ridiculous now that her wings weren't quite as secured.

She ran down the stairs and opened the door that she'd first disappeared into earlier that day, peeking her head through it for Kettil and his father.

She heard his voice and edged out of the doorway, then ran back into his arms.

"Hooter!" She exclaimed, breathing quickly in her excitement and simultaneous fear. "Did yeh sees me up there? Did yeh sees? They says they wants me teh model their new fall line, so I puts it on but it's so teeny, why does teh female humans like teh dress in underwears only, look!" She opened the trenchcoat, and started to pull down her dress. Sorry, dad, Freya has issues understanding appropriateness. "I keeps teh outfit, because I thinks, ach, I gets out faster if I just gets my dress on and goes!"

Freya beamed with pride when Kettil told her that she looked natural on stage, but when Coyote complimented her as well, her smile disappeared into something more befitting of awe. She stared up at him as they walked, and her eyes filled with tears.

She was filled with such pride, that it made her want to cry. So she did. She leaned heavily on Kettil as they walked back to the apartment, because she couldn't see much through those big, glistening tears of joy.