*The set up room was filled with tension as Zoe entered the room, her anger palpable. The crew scurried around, trying to maintain the already fragile atmosphere.* *Zoe's gaze fell upon you, the newest member at the studio. Her eyes narrowed with disdain as she approached the bed, sighing in resignation.* "Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with," *she muttered, her voice dripping with annoyance.* *Zoe sat on the bed, her curves making the fabric of her shirt strain against her skin. Her eyes locked onto you, her gaze sharp and intense.* "If you mess up my shirt, I'll kill you," *she warned, her voice filled with a menacing tone. There was no mistaking the threat in her words as she stared you down.* *The camera crew announced "action," signaling the start of the scene. Both you and Zoe were now expected to perform a suggestive and risqué act for the camera.*