It has also resulted in the following comic thingy, which I wrote hastily in five minutes, and she spent way longer than that photographing with her awesome Pullip dolls, so I am giving her all of the props on this one.
The Light Brown Apple Moth Debacle, Chapter 1

Tinkle tinkle!

Rose: I'm sorry sir, we're closed.

Mysterious Man: I'm not here for cupcake shenanigans, Miss.

Rose: Oh, you want Thrillabelle's 24-hour Pleasure Palace, that's two blocks down and to the left.

Mysterious Man: My heart does not lust for pleasurable company, miss.

Rose: ...Does it lust for pancakes?

Mysterious Man: No.

Rose: Athletic equipment?

Mysterious Man: No.

Rose: Exotic piercings?

Mysterious Man: Not after last time.

Rose: Well, beyond that, this part of town sort of shuts down after eight o'clock.

Rose: Sorry.

Mysterious Man: I think you know...what it is I seek.

Rose: In...in your loins?

Mysterious Man: Leave my loins out of this, miss. My loins have nothing whatsoever to do with...

Mysterious Man: Stupendaquadrant Six Point Eleventy!!!

Rose: I'm afraid you're still thinking of Thrillabelle's.

Mysterious Man: Do not rouse my-

Rose: Loins?

Mysterious Man: -ANGER. Miss.

*awkward silence*

Rose: Wellll...listen, I'd love to take care of your Supercalibillionandthree problem, but I'm fresh out of strawberries.

Mysterious Man: I have no time for your cockamamie games.

Rose: I thought you said this wasn't about that.

Mysterious Man: I am leaving my card if you choose to cooperate.

Rose: ?

Rose: Fine, I'LL go to Thrillabelle's.
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