A member chose the outfit, and Hayley Marie Coppin wore it to devastating effect. The request was simple enough: a fluffy, bright pink terrycloth robe. What none of them could have anticipated was how impossibly, maddeningly good it would look on her as she settles into a lazy morning at the kitchen table, her blonde hair loosely ponytailed and a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. The round glass table, the silver coffee pot, the glossy magazine, and the soft morning light catching her blue eyes create an image that feels so intimate, so close, that you could almost reach out and touch it. She glances up over the rim of her mug and smiles at you, slow and warm, as if she knows exactly what this is doing to you.
Then the robe begins to open. Just a little at first, the deep pink lapels parting to reveal a breathtaking glimpse of bare skin beneath, because Hayley is wearing absolutely nothing underneath. The robe slips lower, settles off her shoulders, hangs loosely around her hips as she leans against the kitchen table and lets you take in the full, glorious view. She fulfils fantasies for a living, she says, and she means every word of it. This was someone's dream, and she made it a reality with a warmth and a radiance that goes far beyond anything that could ever have been asked of her.