Hayley Marie Coppin sits at her home computer desk in the warm morning light, all business in a pale yellow vest top and a denim mini skirt, her straight blonde fringe falling over her blue eyes as she types away at the keyboard. Orange flowers bloom on the windowsill behind her, the bricks of the street outside visible through the glass, and the room has that comfortable, unhurried quality of a Saturday morning with nothing urgent to do. She even has the vest to match the mood: it says, in unmistakable letters, "Breast Addict." The irony of this is not lost on the camera, or on Hayley herself, who catches your eye over the monitor with a slow, knowing grin.
Working on the site gets her a little too excited, she admits, and the evidence is overwhelming. Before long she has pushed back from the desk and sunk into the office chair, the vest riding up as her hands begin to wander, first over the fabric, then beneath it, lifting it to bare the most spectacular reasons for the slogan she is wearing. The denim skirt rides up next, revealing pale floral underwear as she stretches her long legs toward the ceiling, laughing, flushed, completely lost to the moment. The site update can wait. This is far more important.