Vesper walks

Vesper, Vesper, a tall, very serious woman (fill the frame with her, close to camera) whose skin and slicked-back hair are entirely flawless mirror-polished liquid chrome that reflects everything around her, sharp cheekbones, wearing an architectural black couture gown with sculpted shoulders. Walking a long runway down the middle of a flooded city street at night, her chrome skin reflecting neon signs, headlights and the photographers lining the route, flashes going off, water around her ankles. Vesper strides fast down the flooded street runway, water spraying with each step, camera flashes popping everywhere and racing across her chrome skin; the camera tracks backwards in front of her at speed, then whips around behind her as she turns and the whole street of photographers surges forward.