Standing there, naked as the day she was born and slightly shivering in the cool night air, Minako was suddenly all too aware of just what she was doing. She was really going to go through with it, letting Fuuka photograph her like this. While she was nervous, she was also slightly giddy. While she'd never tell Fuuka about this, this wasn't too far off from what Minako's little ritual entailed, minus the camera and the photographer and poses of course. Indeed, it was always the fear of suddenly finding herself with an audience that helped Minako feel so alive, but that was neither here nor there. Stepping up to the shrine, Minako instinctively began to go through the motions of prayer. The sound of the camera clicking helped remind Minako that this was anything but a routine visit to the shrine.
"Good idea for a first shot, Minako-chan." Fuuka said, snapping a few more pictures as she spoke. "I think that should be the general idea. Just go about doing whatever you'd normally do at the shrine, just forget about being undressed."
Minako didn't need Fuuka's advice, as she was going through the motions to try and make herself feel normal. She visited all of the shrine's fixtures, Fuuka revolving around her the whole time. Minako could only trust that Fuuka was keeping her more intimate spots out of most, if not all, of her photos, especially some of her more ambitious frontal shots. One in particular, of Minako as she pantomimed presenting an offering, had the naked girl somewhat nervous. Fuuka assured her that the top of the picture wouldn't reach her nipples and her hands blocked any view of the treasure between her legs, but Fuuka's assurances didn't make Minako feel terribly secure. She could only hope that Fuuka chose to develop the film somewhere other than the club dark room, just in case she made a mistake in one of the shots.
As they were wrapping up the shoot, at least Minako figured there couldn't be too much more she could do for the camera, the moment came that signaled the night's change from unusual to disaster-in-the-making. It was the sound of footsteps, several pairs by the sound of it, heading down the street and towards the shrine.
"Oh no, someone's coming!" Fuuka gasped, herself not wanting to be caught doing something that could so easily be construed as obscene. Operating on fear instinct, Fuuka quickly put away her camera and picked up her bag. Minako could see that Fuuka was ready to bolt, her panic causing her to forget something the naked girl considered incredibly important.
"Fuuka, hold on, all my stuff is in your bag!" Minako cried, hoping to remind her friend of the predicament she was in.
"We gotta run! Come on Minako!" Fuuka fired back in a quick whisper, her hand resting on her bag.
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