I followed Mr. Holmes to the main set. We were shooting in my office, which had been rearranged and upgraded by Monet's crew.
The office set was incredible—mahogany desk, sweeping panoramic view backdrop, and high-end camera cranes. The lighting was already calibrated for maximum drama, bathing the room in a sharp, expensive glow.
Dickslayer was waiting inside the room, already positioned for the first take. She was wearing a blindingly white, crisp button-down shirt that was tied just above her waist, revealing a sliver of her taut midriff and the start of her serpent tattoo.
The shirt was paired with a black, short, tight leather skirt that looked ready to split with every movement. Red-bottom stilettos completed the look, making her legs look impossibly long and powerful, elevating her to the perfect image of a demanding, high-stakes client—or, as the script now demanded, an ambitious, lust-driven employee.
