Sadist's Delight
A frosty afternoon in the centre of Prague. Some –10°C, the city huddling under a thick blanket of snow, noses freezing with every intake of breath. Only small bunches of tourists bundled up in thick winter jackets, caps and scarves mill about.
And on the bank of the river, where light icy wind makes the cold even worse, two girls in cheerful doll-like dresses stand, holding tall glasses of champagne. Bare legs peeping from under short skirts, deep necklines, short sleeves. Like travellers in time who landed there straight from the height of summer.
A woman – dressed in a thick winter jacket – is immortalizing the moment with a camera. Maybe for a New Year greeting card of some nearby restaurant, who knows. A few more clicks of the shutter and the work seems to be done. The girls, looking frozen to their bones, run to their things heaped in the snow under a nearby tree and hurriedly put on their own jackets.
The photographer toys with her camera and studies the results of her shooting. And as soon as the girls are dressed in their jackets, stamping about and rubbing their hands to warm themselves, she calmly announces: "OK, let's go and try it with another lens..."
"So we should undress again?" one of the stricken-looking girls peeps. And the photographer simply nods her head and continues adjusting the camera settings to produce some stellar art.
Some jobs are perfect for sadists indeed...
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