The studio was blindingly white, you know?
White walls, white floor, even the photographer's reflector looked like a giant, shimmering marshmallow.
And there she was, our top model Claire, completely naked except for this crazy gold metallic spider creation that felt like ice on her skin but looked like pure fire in front of the lens.

Apparently they wanted to portray a mixture of ethereal goddess and high-fashion rebel.
Anyway, mid-shoot, Claire was holding this pose - back arched and legs outstretched, feeling the tension in places she didn't even know could be tense - when the stylist burst in with a desperate look on her face.
“Honey,” she whispers with wide eyes, "your... one of your spiders has fallen off. And it's... Somewhere."

Claire scrambled on her hands and knees across the pristine white floor, stark naked, while three adults rummaged around, giggling nervously and trying not to stare too hard.
She eventually found the little guy, thankfully.
But for a minute it was less “goddess” and more “slightly panicked, very naked scavenger hunt champion”.
But the ice was definitely broken, and the rest of the shoot? Pure magic.