The Thrill Of Being Caught

Nina's fingers fidgeted nervously as she let out a shaky sigh. "But Kafka, even though I'm okay with the idea." She murmured, her eyes darting away, "I honestly have no clue how to take those kinds of photos." Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with embarrassment. "I already struggle with normal photos as it is."

"That's fine, Nina." I said smoothly, thinking about how I was going to make her take the pictures I needed without any additional instructions from me. I then added with my lips curled up, "You can just practice how to do it with me right now."

Her eyes widened in horror. 

"R-Right now?!" She squeaked, her ears standing up straight like startled sentinels. 

She glanced around the empty lobby of the steaming hot spring in a flurry, her gaze darting from the entrance to the wooden and the distant sound of flowing water.