Agree to the documentary

"I'll do it." You say, sounding more confident than you feel.

"It's a deal." He hands you the membership card, and also a business card. "Come to this studio, tomorrow, at noon. Or don't, but if you don't turn up, I'll cancel the membership, and you'll have to spend your future nights in with the handsy rabble."

He makes a squeezing motion with his hands.

You fold your arms and shudder. "Got it."

"Until tomorrow, then." He doffs his hat and leaves via the front door.

After a brief silent pause, you turn back to the counter, and to the greasy middle-aged man. You hand him the membership card.

"Um, one private room please." You say, trying to suppress a smile.