Bumping into Madison

Liz looked again at the rather stylish woman in the silk business suit standing before her and tried to make some sense of the situation. Liz had just crashed into her car, and she had no insurance, she told the lady. And all the woman wanted was to take some photographs of Liz, saying she was a collector. The woman's car was a new Astin Martin, one of those flashy sports ones and it now had a big dent in the front side with little smudges of red paint on its sleek black bodywork from her poor old Nissan.
And she didn't want any money for the damages. But why photographs. Who would see these photo's if she agreed, Liz wanted to know. Blushing furiously. Nobody would ever see the pictures but her the woman assured Liz. She reiterated that she was a collector. The pictures would be as tasteful as they both agreed to be, but she wanted Liz to understand it was one time offer of a win-win situation for the young girl.
Finally, Liz relented.