My, my thought the tall man, turquoise eyes scanning the photos that lay scattered on his metal desk. They were definitely different from what he had expected - high-school graduates usually looked older, more mature. The ones who would apply to be him would dress up, pucker their lips, gaze seductively at the camera. This one girl however, proved to be different. Her face was slim and her eyes a gorgeous shade of hazel. A red blush adorned her cheeks as she posed differently on each picture. Her  blond hair was long and seemed silky enough for the male to wish he could run his fingers through it. On most of the pictures she wore a short dress that ended well above her thighs: its soft pink color fitted her pale as snow skin 

The name of the student was scribbled neatly at the back of the papers: Luhan. The hangul looked somewhat awkward but each strike of the Chinese characters right after them looked elegantly scripted. It was an odd name for a girl, but it seemed somewhat fitting, too. The photographer wondered if it was just a mere stage-name, used by the model to hide her real identity.

How foolishly innocent. As if a silly name that would have suited a boy more than a little lady would be able to protect her and her family if she were to ever have pesky little stalkers. Such a naive little thing... 

How convenient, thought Oh Sehun, a devilish smirk gracing thin lips. Lucky me, eh?