[The woman in the photo looks, in a word, relaxed. Dark waves of hair are piled upon her head, a few locks breaking free from their loose bindings in gentle curls. A light blanket is draped over the curve of her backside, offering the illusion of modesty. Propped up on her arms as she is, it's obvious that she's athletic from the toned look of her biceps and back, but everything about her appears impossibly soft. The four-poster bed she's resting upon is draped with thin white linen, framing the scene like a classical painting, and there are pillows of all colors, cloths, and sizes piled near the headboard. The curtains are drawn on the window behind her, but a single shaft of sunlight still peeks through and falls across her arched back.]
[ it's not a bad image, not at all. only problem is, frank doesn't understand where it comes from or why he's getting it, preoccupied with a thousand questions that prevent him from actually appreciating the picture sent to his phone. ]
[diana only finds out about the security breach after the photos have already been retrieved and sent. over the past hundred years she's become the sort of person that highly values her own privacy, and this is a kind of invasion she cannot abide. still, while she has her own talents with some kinds of hacking and tracking, the perpetrators are beyond her capabilities. it chafes to have to leave this to those better-equipped, but for the moment, it's all she can do.
she doesn't receive much communication from frank, so it is a bit of a surprise to see his name pop up--but a sense of dread quickly works its way up her spine when she realizes why he's messaging her.
well, fuck. just play it cool, di. don't let him know you're actually embarrassed, of all things.]
[ if it was anyone else, he'd roll his eyes at such a ridiculous lie. but it's diana who's a veil of mystery in all sorts of endless ways, which makes him actually wonder if that's truth.
because again, what does diana even do when she isn't prowling the streets like a saint? ]
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got a new gig?
[ is she modeling? what does diana do? ]
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she doesn't receive much communication from frank, so it is a bit of a surprise to see his name pop up--but a sense of dread quickly works its way up her spine when she realizes why he's messaging her.
well, fuck. just play it cool, di. don't let him know you're actually embarrassed, of all things.]
Advertising blankets.
[nailed it.]
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because again, what does diana even do when she isn't prowling the streets like a saint? ]
does look like a pretty cozy blanket
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It is. You should try it.
[is this a come on or is she just keeping up the act? who knows]
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that an invitation?
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It could be.
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you made it a pretty easy sell
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I guess I'm just a natural.
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wouldn't be the first time you sold me on your bedsheets
[ aaaaaaaaaaaay ]
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If this keeps happening, I'll have to count you as a guaranteed sell. Then you'll never be rid of me.