Merlin looked at the name on the plate once again. “Camelot Modelling Inc.”. It felt so awkward… When the woman, Morgana she said, had
accosted him in the club the week before, Merlin had first thought it
was a joke, some kind of prank orchestrated by Gwaine. His illusion had been shattered when Morgana had provided a company card. She was
actually an agent, and she really wanted him as a model for some kind of ad.