The receptionist smiled back politely then shook her head once Delmira's back was turned, stopping herself from giggling out loud. Within the stylist's studio were the various expected beauty devices. There were old-fashioned salon chairs, but also full-body scanners, hair-implement-wielding drones, and makeup printers that looked like face masks on articulated arms. Other models leaned into the latter, there was a mechanical sound, and they emerged fully made-up. It was the first of these that Delmira was ushered into first.
"I'm Juliana. I run the backstage half of this. Take it all off, put it all in the locker with your name on it, then get on the scanning platform, please," the fashionable but somewhat annoyed Elysian Patrician woman with an avant-garde hairstyle politely but perfunctorily gestured to the areas as mentioned. "The skinsuits are a close fit so we're going to scan you for measurements, as well as your facial structure for makeup and for your lighting and camera drones. We have hair-elastics in that bin by the platform. Put your hair up in a bun so it doesn't get in the way of any of it." She seemed to have this down to a science, given the steady stream of efficiently-processed models going through this station. Possibly even better than the Star Army does at this sort of thing, half the time. It seems like this is either a very big cast for a photo shoot, or YTP Entertainment has a lot going on.
Scanning isn't something that takes a long time. At least four get through in the time it would take Del to undress and put away her things. Waiting on the other side of the platform, by the exit, was an nearly-equally-fashionable but less avant-garde Caelisolian by a folding table replete with luxurious purple spa robes for the recently-nude and freshly-scanned. They even had everyone's name embroidered above the YTP Entertainment logo above the right breast pocket, in shimmering gold thread.