One good render deserves another. I got a third planned, but I'm going to take a break for a bit. Using both "Silk and Lace" and "Innocent Underwear" from Chasfh. It's good to do a few renders of this pair, as some story filler. Of course, this reminds me that I still got to redo that novel cover... grr... Maybe this week. Thanks for looking, and for being awesome! And because I couldn't resist, a little story to go with it! “I don’t see the point, really. Nobody will see it, so what difference does it make?” I crossed my arms, feeling a little ambushed. Agreeing to the photo shoot was one thing. It made sense, after all. Now that I had a book due to be on store shelves in just weeks. Sasha insisted on bringing me into work for the shoot and setting up wardrobe. Which is why we were arguing. I entered the dressing room, approving of the fairly conservative black outfit she selected for me. Only, after I had undressed, she snuck in with a set of lacy lingerie she was currently trying to convince me to wear. The lace would be entirely covered up by the sleeveless blouse and jeans, but she was adamant that I change into it anyway. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll feel sexy, and it will make the photos better.” She purred, standing much too close for a proper argument. Why she was dressed only in fancy lingerie herself, I didn’t know. It certainly made it difficult to argue effectively. “What I’ll feel, is uncomfortable. I… I don’t wear stuff like this. You know that.” I replied, doing my best to remain surly. “Oh, come on, Lenny. For me?” She pouted, and I could feel my resolve weaken. I suppose, if nobody would see it anyway… if it would make her happy… I sighed. “Alright. Hand it here.” I said, unfolding one arm to take the underwear from Sasha. Her pout instantly vanished in a wide grin. “Yay!” She said, handing me the set of soft lacy underthings. It really was nice work, and would definitely suit someone like Sasha who… Who was pulling my underwear off, right there in the dressing room. I could feel a thrill from her touch, the same as I always felt, even as the anger rose back up. I mean, she undressed me all the time, but this was hardly the place! “What are you doing?” I said, reaching down to stop her. “Helping. Come on, we got to get you dressed for your shoot!” She said, tugging the plane-jane bargain panties hard enough that they escaped the grip I had on them. “Ok, Ok! I got it, Sasha!” I said, backing away. Quickly stepping into the lingerie before she could resume her attack. Changing into the bra was a little more complicated, as I normally avoided complicated clasps and this one had a very delicate hook enclosure on it. The look on Sasha’s face was worth it though. She blushed, looking at me like I was some sort of super model. Which was bias, of course. I know what I am. Nothing special, even with the freshly dyed hair and the fancy underclothes. Still, when she kissed me, I was not objecting.