As the session progresses, the artist in X comes out -- he puts the same energy into getting the perfect shot as he does laying down the perfect beat. He painstakingly positions Heather under the industrial strength beads hanging from the wall, making sure her nipple peaks out. With his arms, he shows her how to cross her legs in an X for one of the sexier shots of the evening. He stops to check out Polaroids to see how his photos look, sprawls out on the studio floor to get a more creative angle, and curses when the camera runs out of film right when he's getting the shots he wants.
"OK, I want you standing, kinda leaning on the bed," he says, focusing on Heather's perfect derriere. "Yeah. Now put your head back. Yeah, this is hot. Aw, you're killing me here."
"I think we found your favorite angle!" Heather jokes.
After burning through eight roles of film, X calls it a night. "How could anyone not love this," says DMX after the shoot. Then he looks at his Heineken. "But I have to say, this has to be the prettiest bitch I ever met. The one in the green dress!"
