The girls head to a lovely Malibu beach for their photo shoot. There they see Mr. Jay wearing a giant pair of black wings. He asks what he looks like, and Kacey shouts, "A bird!" It's true, and yet still incorrect. Jay is supposed to look like an angel. A fallen angel, to be precise. And if you don't think I'm going to link to a Poison video right now, then you don't know me very well at all. I wonder what the guy who plays the pervy casting director is doing these days. When you look like a child molester you must really get typecast a lot. Anyway, Anne Menke is the photographer for the day. Jay introduces her as "a super talented female photographer." Do you think he still says "lady doctor"? Anne tells the girls that they'll be angels falling from the sky. To get the "falling from the sky" effect, they'll again be wearing harnesses (maybe the producers rented them for the whole month and want to get their money's worth?) attached to some sort of crazy rig.

It also happens that the fallen angels are fallen because they've fallen in love with mortal men. That's right -- boys! Hormones instantly rage, and the situation is not helped by a cadre of bare-chested young men who run out to greet the models. Chris actually exclaims, "Man meat! Yes!" Each model will be expressing some sort of particular emotion, which Jay says is key to the shoot. I certainly hope for Jane's sake that "big square head" counts as an emotion. The girls head to the hair, makeup and wardrobe trailer. Kayla shakes hands with one of the male models. She says that, as a lesbian, she was kind of nervous about the situation and wouldn't be happy with excessive touching or groping. In my experience, lesbians like plenty of excessive touching and groping. Kayla needs to get out of Illinois.

Esther is first on set, and chooses to be a fearless angel. Such a fearless angel might, for example, say, "Screw heaven, I'm going to have my fun!" Less orthodox by the minute, this one. Esther seems to manage her harness okay, but she doesn't quite look fearless and also has little connection with her male model companion. The photographer asks Esther to get up close and personal with her object of desire, but Esther thinks that he looks like a sexy version of Jesus and feels wrong looking into his eyes. Yes, she just said "sexy version of Jesus." Maybe when you're raised in a very religious community your sex fantasies take on a particularly uncomfortable bent.