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into the dirt and depravity that often found its way into the intricate café. It was difficult to believe that she was in fact the eldest of her class, and there were students years younger than herself who would be engaging into similar study.
    How old were they when they started drawing naked figures?
    Jenna found herself clasping the girl’s hand tightly as they walked together, holding onto her as if she may need a watchful eye or the touch of a friend. She was reluctant to let her go, and a huge loss overwhelmed her as Viola released her, running straight to the curtain as Henry shot Jenna a small, sad, understanding smile, reaching his own arm around her waist to hold her steady. They caught up slowly to where Viola stood, Aaron gazing adoringly as he leaned against the wall beside her. She held the curtain aside for them, silently begging them to hurry as excitement lit her eyes, small burbles of laughter escaping as the finally entered the room and she danced in behind them.
    “I’m only going to do a few photos for now.” She told them. “I want a variety of different subjects rather than the same models used over and over, so if you know anyone…”
    Amelia stepped forward and placed a hand on her arm. “I know plenty, dear. Leave the people to me, and for now just focus on the ones here.”
    She arched her neck as she turned back to face Henry and Jenna, her voice crisp and demanding. “Use Henry and Jenna for now, and if you need anything, let me know.”
    Viola nodded at them before responding shyly. “I would like to use you and Dominic, too, if that is okay?”
    “That is absolutely fine.” Amelia assured her. “He’ll be happy to finish up on the windows anyway.”
    “Who says he hasn’t finished up already?” Dom’s voice called, and the group collectively turned to see the tall man, holding the beads and looking pleased.
    “Have you done the bathroom, kitchen and upstairs?”
    “No.”
    “Then let’s go.”
    And just like that, the pair were gone, leaving Jenna, Henry and Aaron with Viola, a camera in her hand and a calculating look piercing her round eyes. The room seemed darker and more intimate with it empty, yet Viola, so sweetly unabashed, made it seem mundane and commonplace, as if people weren’t once hung for buggery, and never would someone be termed ‘abused’ for their love of a riding crop. A pervert for pressing their lips against the handle in affection and gratitude.
    “I want to start with just hands and sections of bodies for now.” Viola told them as she matter-of-factly pulled a length of rope through her fingers. “Jenna, can you clasp your hands behind your back, and then Henry stand in front of her with your arms around her and your hands holding hers?”
    They manoeuvred into position awkwardly but hastily, turning their heads to face her as they waited for her to fix their undoubtedly wrong positioning. Their heads were turned together though, and Jenna felt that familiar spark of want rise as she felt Henry’s heat and his breath, his cheek only millimetres away from her own. She could feel the smooth skin, if only she would lean a little closer…
    Viola watched them critically, walking towards them and standing behind Jenna to see their hands, pulling and pushing them into the position that she wanted, and unknowingly pulling Henry forwards. Henry was leaning over her shoulder now, still the same shoulder that Jenna herself was peering over, watching Viola’s neat but slow tying of the thick rope around their hands, binding them. Her arms behind her back, her chest pressed forwards, Jenna had no choice but to feel Henry’s body so close to the length of her own, unable to shift or pull away, even as she stood with precarious balance, the anxious stillness of someone who feels that they cannot move an inch forwards or an inch back for fear of falling into someone; be it the friend at her back or the lover before her.
    They are not your enemies.
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