Coral Carvings: Science Fiction

She sank down into the blue-green waters and thought, "This is worth it. Being able to live here, being able to do this whenever I want, it is worth all the inconvenience and the trouble and the stress of the job." She hadn't swum this particular coral reef before, but it was far off from the major visiting areas and so she had some hope that it would hold some of the more shy and hard-to-observe species. After all, she told herself, there was nothing wrong with having a hobby, and hers was stilling underwater species in their natural environment. She'd managed to sell a few of her stills off-world for a sum large enough to buy out one year from her contract. Still twenty-six years left, but that wasn't so bad. Lots of people did worse. She was careful never to buy from the company store any of the luxuries that could have easily added even more time to her sentence--contract, she correct herself. She would probably have to bite the bullet, so to speak, in about twenty years when it was rejuv or head for the threshold beyond which you were nonrenewable. She didn't like the idea, but it didn't come standard as part of the contract, and it wasn't the sort of thing that--


Inspiration: Google "carved box skin" -> image of two angel skin coral carved Asian women.
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Could be a story, doesn't demand to be. Oh, and I'm pretty sure she finds carvings underwater, grown over or whatever.