The Department Chairman begged Aure to do the publicity picture for a benefit. “The theme is hula,” he told her. “You’ll be perfect. It shouldn’t take more than an hour. You just have to wear the costume.”

“I don’t know how to do a hula dance,” Aure said.

“No problem. You just have to sway a little. You’ll be great.”

Reluctantly Aure agreed.

The hula dress was quite a bit shorter than she’d expected. “And what about underwear?” she asked.

The photographer scrunched his face. “Hula girls don’t wear underwear,” he said. He fastened a white flower in Aure’s hair. He draped a lei about her neck.

“You’re going to make sure my ... my nipples don’t show, right?”

“Of course,” said the photographer. He started the music.

“Just let yourself go,” he said.

Aure was a little stiff at first, but after a minute or so the music got to her. She swayed. She swayed and undulated.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said the photographer as he snapped picture after picture.

Not much more than an hour later, still in her costume, Aure viewed the shots on the photographer’s computer screen. Sure enough, her nipples, decidedly erect, showed. And in the picture the photographer decided was the best, she was pretty sure her slit was evident.

“It looks like you’re just about to come,” the photographer told her.

Aure blushed. She didn’t tell him that in fact she had come.