As they travelled, Lalla watched the world go by out of the window, wondering exactly what she was doing. She'd only just met this man, for all she knew, he could be a murderer, a rapist. But, she figured, what was life without a little risk? She'd had so little fun lately, what was more dangerous than agreeing to be naked in front of a strange man? Unladylike, somewhat, too, but since when had she ever been a lady? Anyway, it was for art.