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 The camera's flash was intoxicating. A sly smirk formed onto his lips as he leaned forward, his hands in his pockets and his eyes dazzling in the lighted room. "And one more…." the voice was soft, almost a dead whisper; however, it was deep and rich with a solemn attitude. "Are we done?" "Perfect." He stepped down from the wooden chair, his low heeled male boots clicking silently against the granite flooring of the fairly large, echoing studio room. He closed his eyes and walked past the light stands into the free area of the studio. A wall length mirror was built across one side, which he, with no doubt about his movements, walk