Laura Hollyman steps in front of a caramel leather sofa piled with red and lime cushions in Summer Splendor, wearing a white off-shoulder ruffled dress with a delicate yellow print that catches the studio light like scattered confetti. A metallic peacock ornament fans its tail beside her, a potted palm reaches for the brick wall behind, and the blue carpet underfoot adds a cool contrast to all that warmth. Her dark brown hair flows past her waist, and her blue eyes hold the camera with a look that says summer arrived early this year.

She draws the ruffled dress from her shoulders, arms crossed to catch it at her chest, and her ample, heavy-breasted figure strains against the gathered fabric. The dress gathers lower, and Laura stands with bare, lush breasts pressing against her folded arms, the tiered white ruffles fanning below her waist. In the final frames she turns to show her back, a white lace suspender belt and stockings framing her round backside, one arm raised, the side swell of her large breast visible in profile against the exposed brick. Summer Splendor could not have found a more fitting ambassador.