The fee was $570 for an hour of nude modelling. Pretty sweet deal, they all thought. But then the lights at the studio got brighter, their senses dulled, and their muscles stiffened. Their employer approached them with a hungry look in his eyes, caressed every little crevice of their bodies. They couldn't do anything though, not even moan as their overly sensitive surfaces got so much attention.
Now they just adorn his garden. They've pretty much forgotten who they were by now, and who could blame them? Every breeze, every drop of water or snow, every second basking under the sunlight is an eternity of sensory overdrive.
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