When she sat down, she leaned back against the wall, raising her folded right leg and bending it slightly to the left. Her left elbow rested on her raised knee, hand propped against her temple in a quiet, thoughtful pose. The fingers of her right hand brushed her knee lightly, relaxed. She looked directly into the camera—expression calm and gaze steady.
She made sure the frame ended just below her chest and knee, so the focus stayed on her face, the pose, and the lighting.
After several shots—and a few impatient sighs from Rita when the lighting refused to cooperate—they finally captured one that stood out: a natural, sun-kissed headshot that looked effortlessly professional.
Next came the video.
That part was easier. Acting as someone else had started to come naturally to Erisia—it was as if, the moment the lens focused on her, she could shed her own skin and breathe as another person entirely. Her posture, her tone, even the rhythm of her breathing changed with every role.
