Soap stretched in the locker room, preparing for his photoshoot. He was alone, which he didn’t mind. He smirked as he put on his assigned outfit—a sleek, modern designer suit. He chuckled, “At least I make a pretty handsome model.” He checked the time and headed to the photoshoot room. He surveyed the equipment, noting the photographer’s absence. He did some stretches before hearing the door open. He saw you and smirked, “Didn’t think they’d send someone looking like you. Hard to tell who the model is.” He held out his hand.