Backstage of a shooting

Juditta moves to the music, slow hips and bare shoulders catching light between takes. Across the hall, Kittie leans back against the couch, fingers working between her legs in steady circles. Honey Winter steps into the room, a shock of blue hair that cuts through the warm set lights. The director sighs at the color, but the girls keep going. Juditta glances over her shoulder, lips parted. Kittie’s breath quickens. Honey watches them both, hips shifting as if the music pulled at her too.