My first drabble. Tell me how it went

"All right, darling. Now, just spin a little to the left and move your right elbow over."

Victoire Weasley blushed deeply but obeyed the instructions, moving her elbow so that the black camera in front of her could see her right breast in its entirety, and only the left would be covered by her right hand.

"That's great, doll." The cold camera flashed several times. "All right, now just do that same facial expression you had at the beginning."

Victoire opened her pouty red lips slightly and opened her eyes in mock surprise, "as though somebody had walked in on you while you were showering," the photographer told her.

"Oh, wonderful. That's fabulous. All right. Now, your legs are crossed a little too tight. We don't want you to look so scared; we want our men to feel like you're surprised, but accessible."

Victoire gulped and relaxed her legs slightly, revealing another half-inch of shaven flesh to the camera. It clicked viciously as the photographer sent another round of compliments at her. "Very sexy. Very good job, Vicky. Oh, these'll be great – absolutely fantastic," he muttered as the camera locked her nudity, her corruption, inside itself forever.

"Uh," she finally spoke up, waiting for permission to move before starting an actual sentence.

"Just stay still, darling. We'll be done in a moment, then you go pee-pee or have a little snackie or whatever else it is you need."

Victoire gulped. She hated how the photographer patronized her, and how he wouldn't let her talk, even for long enough to say that it was freezing. The leg she was putting most of her weight on was losing feeling; she didn't know how Muggle girls could bear to stand in such high-heeled shoes without the pain-alleviating charms Victoire had at her disposal. Still, she knew she was lucky. All she had to do to get the job was show up; her uncommonly strong Veela charms took care of the rest. At least she didn't have to be sliced open to get the same body as the other models.

"You did what?" Teddy Lupin yelled at the top of his lungs, springing out of his chair.

"Shh! We have neighbors, you know. Not to mention a child in the next room," Victoire scolded as she tugged her boyfriend's sleeve gently, pulling him back down.

Teddy put his elbows on the table and cradled his forehead in his hands, his pained expression feeding Victoire's guilt.

"Sweetheart, you know we could use money…"

"You posing naked for some trashy Muggle magazine is the last way I want this family to make some money!" Teddy yelled. He looked up at Victoire, into the sad, blue, guilty eyes, and his voice softened. He took the girl's hand in his. "Come on, darling. You know things will pick up. I've told you that. Please. I hate that you're doing this to yourself. I don't want our daughter to grow up knowing that her parents made a living – that her mother didn't – please, Vicky. Please stop."

"Okay," she said softly, a small smile breaking through the ice of her guilt.