Under the dim light of the church, a bridal veil concealed the face of a girl with black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her eyes, dark as coal, were focused on the viewer, adorned with heavy black eyeliner and black lips. A white tiara sat atop her head, its diamonds glinting in the candlelight. She wore a traditional wedding dress, but it was not for a wedding – just a solo photoshoot. The dress, complete with a detached collar, shiny lingerie, and elbow-length gloves, accentuated her large breasts with a mole on one nipple. Her black nails matched the straps of her garter belt and the thigh-highs that reached up to her waist. A mole also graced her breastbone, near the cleavage. She knelt, her black-polished toes peeking out from under her white thigh-highs, her wedding dress spread around her knees. Her navel was visible as she looked at the viewer, her bare skin shiny and unblemished, save for a touch of blush on her cheeks.