Kym Graham stands on the fireplace bench in a red lace bra and plaid skirt and makes the word "Fired Up" feel like an understatement. The red of the lace matches the red of the poinsettias flanking the hearth, and the warm brick behind her picks up every note of warmth in her colouring: long dark waves, bronzed skin, lips slightly parted in that perpetual half-smile. She moves between the bench and the hearthside with the easy confidence of someone who has always been the most interesting thing in the room, and the tartan skirt swings at mid-thigh as she poses, teasing at what's beneath without quite revealing it.
As the Fired Up set reaches its conclusion, the red bra comes off and the skirt follows, and Kym stands bare before the exposed brick of the fireplace in the final image, turned away from the camera and then back again, the warmth of the room written into every line of her silhouette. She glances over her shoulder with a look that says she knew this was where things were heading from the moment she walked in. The poinsettias are still red in the background, the brick is still warm, and the room is considerably more interesting than it was before she arrived.