"Ah, right. How could I forget how un-pretty I am?" Trixie joked back, hopping in the car lightly. She vaguely recognized that was looking at her, but not at the degree he was. She turned to look at him. "Alright, I have a serious question. You seem like you- kind of- model a lot. Pose, at least. So, how do I... do it right?" She asked hesitantly, unsure if she really wanted to ask HIM of all people, but it was worth a shot. She had just thrown herself into some sort of career She had no experience in, so any advice was better than nothing.

"yes..exactly" Matt said, responding only to her first comment before he'd actually made himself comfortable in the car. He raised his eyebrows at her second one, putting his drink inbetween the seats, along with his keys, before staring back at her, tilting his head. He badly wanted to make a joke, tease her but she seemed like she needed genuine help. "Its hard to say when we're both sitting down really, with words its just not..easy" he said, waving his hands around to speak. "Usually though, you're told to suck your stomach in, and I wouldnt take that as an insult, they say it to the skinniest people in there. Its just a habit. And dont tense yourself up when they move you into different positions-it annoys the staff if they're trying to move you and you're stuck like a mannequin" he smiled, not reaching to shut his door just yet. "The rest I cant really say if we're both sat, like I said."

Trixie watched him intently, slightly surprised that he didn't take the opportunity to make fun of her. "Try your best." She said simply, leaning over the armrest to listen to him. She nodded, taking note of it. "Well, I think we have some time, if you'd be okay to get out and show me now?" She suggested, tilting her head at him slightly.

Matt nodded, though as he got out the car he was slightly nervous. Not to show her the answer to her question, or about the fact he was actually helping. Actually, he had no idea why. He headed round to the other side to join her, shutting her door quickly before bringing her slightly away from the vehicle, throwing his phone back in through the open window. He went through a couple just..protocall things that would be repeated at the event, and then set himself on actually helping, standing beside her. "The one pose they'll ask you to do is stand there and just..stare at the camera. Like this" He moved her posture slightly, placing one hand on her back and the other on her stomach to straighten her up, before adjusting her hands accordingly. "Its always ypur dominant hand that shows more to the camera" he said, moving her right hand as an example to her waist, the other resting beside her leg. "and one last thing..never look down unless they tell you too" he said, tilting her chin upwards a bit. "there" he spoke softly, giving her a small smile before taking his hands away.

Trixie shot him a small, pleased smile before she got out, giving him a quiet "Thank you" when he shut her door. She followed him obediently, listening to him in genuine interest. She opened her mouth to make some sort of teasing remark, but her mind went blank when he touched her. She blinked and cleared her throat to cover it up, straightening as he was asking her to. She was trying her best to relax, but it was strange when he was moving her like a doll. She kept his previous advice in mind, and did a fairly decent job of using it. She looked down to watch him adjust her hands. She held his gaze when he tilted her chin up, her lips parted slightly. She leaned forward a little as his hand slipped off her chin, as if she didn't want his touch to go. She stood there blankly for a moment, nodding and clearing her throat. She dropped her hands and looked down at her feet. "Right. Right. Yeah, I can do that. Uhm- thanks." She muttered softly, her eyes glued determinedly to the asphalt beneath her. "Is that all?" She asked quietly, glancing back up at him.

It took Matt a while to say anything, and he only just realised he hadnt exhaled until about a minute after his hand slipped off her chin. He tore his eyes away from her, focusing on the ground at nothing in particular, before clearing his throat to speak. "Just about, yes. Anything else'll be whatever you see the other girls do. Just remember the key things I told you" he said, his voice staying as soft as it had been throughout the explanation. "Are you alright? You look like i've just shot you" he added, tilting his head with a smile, leaning himself against the car door to wait for her response. As confident with girls as he was, he had not once experienced this sort of anxiety around one in..well forever. It had always been him leading the confidence, usually enough to either take them to bed or scare them off. With Trixie, it seemed a lot less likely.

Trixie sort of zoned out as he spoke, fiddling with her hands and nodding vaguely. She felt like she was underthinking, overthinking, and also not thinking at all. She blinked up at him and brought her gaze back to his with a small, hesitant smile. "What? No, I'm just- it's- I'm fine." She waved her hand at him dismissively. "I don't think anyone's ever touched me like a doll before, so that might be it." She lied, clearing her throat again and walking toward the car. It wasn't all the way correct- but she couldn't very well say she liked his touch a lot more than she wanted to, could she? "Any other lessons?" She asked, halfway teasingly.

"Well if that's the case you better get used to it, the staff aren't exactly as gentle as I was" Matt laughed, only really half joking. Some of them were, some of them would try and rip your limbs off if you didnt listen. Or if they were in a bad mood in general. He settled himself back in the car, and waited for Trixie to shut the door before he carried on speaking, tracing the pattern of the steering wheel in thought. "I could give you a lot you wont learn in one day. I won't, though" he shrgged, a teasing look spreading across his face. As he started the car up, his eyes lingered on her for a couple seconds, before he tore his gaze away yet again, proceeding to head to the venue.

"Oh, that sounds so fun." Trixie said sarcastically, watching him trail his fingers over the steering wheel with a smile. Her eyes flicked to his face and she rolled her eyes. "Wow, thanks, Matt. You're just gonna let me struggle?" She asked pitifully, tilting her head at him with a small pout. She huffed and sat back to stare out the window. The longer she was around him, the more confused she got. Also, the more attractive he seemed to be. Even his cologne was starting to get on her nerves, because she hated herself for liking it.

"Yes, you can't expect me to be nice two times in one day can you now" he shrugged, rolling through the gates of the driveway before pulling out, again right in front of another driver though he didnt seem to notice. The roads were very busy as it was now around midday, and he had to work to actually get a spot to change lanes, the frown staying on his face until his car had settled in a spot. "Now, I don't think there'll be a lot of people there today, its the weekend. Most people's days off. But il'l warn you off of one girl, she's a bitch" he added, referring to the blonde model who he had seen early morning yesterday. The girl most definitely did not take lightly to new people. "She's rude. thinks shes better than everyone else, and well..intolerable" he added, th a slight smile. He had basically just described himself, and he knew that.