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Car Wash
🕑 Added 2024-04-29 17:00:08 +0000 UTC*Insight coming, story at end.
Ok, I’m going to confess that while I love this image, and this scene, I have no real idea what to write for a story. How this scene came together is about as chaotic as it gets, but also how I work sometimes. There was a sale on in the Daz3D store, I got this character that is modelled on someone in the adult film world, I wanted to make it work and I was playing around with settings and bringing her into Blender and some poses/makeup/clothing didn’t work properly… and then it’s an older generation of model and I have some cool wet look clothing I hadn’t used before that I thought I’d try… and then I played around with some sculpting in Blender and made the clothes fit better… and suddenly I’ve spent loads of time on this model so bring in this warehouse model I haven’t used before, and add a couple of cars that I’ve not really used. So now there is an idea that she is a giantess washing cars in a warehouse for some reason (mostly because I don’t have a gas station model), but she probably needs to have another character to interact with, otherwise it’s a bit lonely. So I use this older man character that I have who I really like because he has a lot of well, character, and maybe he’s smoking (except you can't see it from this angle) because it gives him some sort of action to be doing… or maybe he’s French… So in the end I have this scene that I didn’t plan any kind of narrative for, that just came together and doesn’t really make any sense. So it’s so hard to write a story for because it’s just strange. I mean, she’s dressed like a 90s porn star doing a car wash scene but its in this abandoned warehouse and there’s a guy in a suit smoking, and she’s clearly performing for him, but why?… It’s also a size I don’t often do, she somewhere around 25 feet tall I think, but I do love how there can be an interaction.
So that’s my excuse for not really having a story. I’m going to try and do a few words and see if it adds some flavour:
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Fabrice pulled on his cigarette and sent a lingering look upward towards the figure in front of him. She was gyrating slowly to some 90s R&B that was playing on the Range Rover stereo. He didn’t know what is was, it was probably released before he came to the US.
“Mon Dieu.” He sighed. What was the world coming to. These giants.. this giant. Who knows why Mr Maddox had her do this. Maybe he thought he needed the company. He could have washed the cars himself, like the old days.
“Hey Fabby, why don’t you come wash my back?”
Maybe this was it. She washed the cars, he washed her.
He took another long drag before dropping his cigarette and stepping on it. He started to roll up his sleeves.
“Sara, ma belle chérie, did I ever tell you about the time I drove Emmanuelle Béart around the bars of Paris after the Mission Impossible premiere?”
