The strangely ironic moment, fortunately, didn't take too long. Already they were moving onward. Achilles had chosen well. This photographer worked quickly, a fact that was probably very suited to Adrianus' infamous temperament. Helen stepped back as Achilles got back onto his feet. As they turned to head indoors for the next portion of the shoot, she caught sight of a flash out of the corner of her eyes. Helen turned toward the source of the spark of light. As soon as she noticed, security around the premises were already in motion. Paparazzi, she would bet, trying to sneak a peek at the photo shoot that was kept under wraps.
Once they went indoors and headed upstairs, it quickly became apparent what the look of this next part would be like. Helen was handed her wardrobe change and she sighed, stepping behind an erected privacy screen to get into the next succession of outfits. These were equally elegant as the dresses she wore for the outdoor shoot, even though they were considerably more revealing. Revealing because, as per her usual job, the 'outfits' were little more than lingerie.