"Alright!! That's all for today's photoshoot session!!"
"""THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!"""
In a studio in the heart of Tokyo, a photoshoot has just ended. The model was a blonde Uma Musume, whose beauty was said to come only once in a thousand years.
"Thank you for today, Miss City. Here's your water."
"Thank you."
The supermodel walks out of the spotlight and sits down on her chair with the water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other. She was modeling for a line of casual clothes from a well-known brand that was about to launch. Unlike with most models, where the brand can narrow down the type of clothes that will fit the models, they're having a hard time doing the same with Gold City since everything looks good on her.
"Thank you for today, Gold City."
"Ah… Manager Kowa."
A woman, who looks like she is in her 40's, approaches the supermodel with paperwork in her arms. She has dark brown long hair that she tied to high ponytail. Her brown eyes can occasionally be seen behind the blurry glasses.
"More invitations from brands?"
"Yeah… Like usual. I know I shouldn't complain about more work, but I wish they would slow down. Don't worry. I'll filter all of them properly."
"Sorry for troubling you."
The manager put all of her paperwork on the table beside Gold City before she began to process it one by one. The load seems to be getting bigger and bigger as Gold City's beauty becomes more and more renowned throughout the fashion world. It's basically hard not find a brand that hasn't asked her to model for them.
*Flutter*
"Hm… A paper fall, Kowa."
"Ah! Sorry! Can you pick it up, please?"
Gold City bends down and picks up the paper. In doing so, she catches the content of the paper. It was an invitation for Gold City to model for a gravure magazine.
"Didn't you tell them that I don't want to model for a gravure magazine?"
"Ugh! They keep sending those!! I already told them to go away!! They really are a persistent bugger. You can crumple and throw it away. Jeez!!"
"..."
Gold City looks at the paper for a moment. She contemplated crumpling it like many of its brethren, but decided to stuff it in her bag instead. The brand has been passionate about having her model for them, and it makes her curious just what kind of magazine it is. It can't be that mature if they're asking Gold City to be their model.
*Ring* *Ring*
"Mh… I'm going first, then."
"Ah! Okay! Thank you for your hard work today! Go get some proper sleep."
"You know I always will."
Gold City exited the studio and quickly made her way down. Being in the heart of Tokyo, the road was still busy with people even though darkness had a good hold of the sky.
Tonight will be… I've sent it to him, right?
Gold City rechecks her phone to make sure something important has been sent. She nodded her head cutely when she saw her chat history with a certain man.
"Umu! I should get going."
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*Clack*
Opening the door, Gold City dragged her body into her apartment. Being a supermodel, Gold City sometimes couldn't come back to Tracen before curfew because of her work, so she rented an apartment in Shibuya just in case her work dragged out through the night. For most, the annual cost would make them cry, but for Gold City, it's the same price as her makeup for a month.
I already notified Fuji Kiseki, so it should be fine.
Gold City didn't forget to lock the door behind her. Stalkers, perverts, and weirdos are something she has to keep in mind at all times. A single mistake can end badly.
Twenty more minutes until he's here. Maybe I should take a bath first.
"Sniff… Sniff…"
Gold City smells extremely fragrant. She had just modeled where she was sprayed with high-end perfume, and she came to her apartment using a taxi, so there was nothing that would ruin her smell at all, and yet the girl is worried about her impeccable smell.
"A bath wouldn't be bad. It'll help me regain some of my focus."
And so the supermodel strips herself bare, exposing her perfect body to the world. If anyone were there to see her, they would turn to stone as if Gold City's entire body had the same effect as Medusa's eyes. Every part of her body can be described as perfect. Perfect weight. Perfect size. Perfect suppleness. Perfect curves.
"Fuuh… Haaah…"
The beauty walked into the bathroom. To complement her job, Gold City has rented an apartment with a 'complete' bathroom. Jacuzzi, shower, basin, bidet, a mirror that stretches from the floor to the roof, and an entire section that is dedicated to after-bath care. The entire bathroom itself is spacious enough to be a hotel room all by itself.
*Klick* *Klick* *Klick*
*ssssssSSSSHHHHHHH*
The beauty incarnate turns on the warm shower and lets her body get wet. From the top to her toes, the water flows thoroughly, washing every inch of skin and each nook and cranny of her body.
"Aaaah… Mmmmh~~~ Aaahh~~"
Gold City runs her fingers through her golden hair, making sure that not even a single speck of dirt is trapped in her hair. She poured some liquid soap into her palm before rubbing her body with it. Her smooth skin almost makes it impossible for the soap to bubble up. They almost act like any regular water since there is no imperfection on Gold City's skin.
"Aaah~~~ Mmmmmhhhh~~ Mhh…"
The supermodel looked at herself in the mirror. Her wet hair still retains some of its puffiness even under the warm shower. She unintentionally strikes a pose, making her reflection look like a Renaissance painting. If Sandro Botticelli were still alive today, he would use Gold City as a reference for Venus in his painting.
"We're just a beautiful face… But that'll soon change!"