Ask him what you earned first

"A small price to pay for money, you mean", you say. "How much did I earn from this little stunt?". You're still holding your clothes in a bundle in front of you, letting it cover your most private places. Not that anyone in the room hadn't gotten a good look at those already.

"Excellent question!" Harm tells you. Behind him, you notice Reynolds directing Kyle and his camcorder out of the door. Whelp, there goes the evidence of you getting pounded into submission by a machine; out into the world. You feel a slight feeling of dread; you really have to wonder who ends up seeing it. "I was thinking of 250 bucks", Harm says, snapping you back to attention. Together with the money you made yesterday, that would just about cover all the remaining rent you owe to your landlord. "Does that sound fair?", he asks with a slight smile, doubtlessly having taken note of your eagerness for cash.

"I guess", you say, but you know there's more to be gained. "And a percentage of the earnings from the video, of course?". You haven't forgotten that little detail.

"Of course," Harm says, grinning and folding his fingers together. "Let's call it... one third."

"Oh! That sounds reasonable," you say quickly, knowing all too well that only this morning you agreed on just 5% of the earnings of any video. Maybe the fact that you're holding this conversation naked is working in your favor. Or perhaps Harm feels genuinely guilty about the **** you endured? Staring into his face, you somehow doubt it.

"Excellent!" Harm exclaims, clapping his hands as if the deal is done. "I'll go get the money. Stay here, I'll be right back".

Harm turns around and leaves the room too. You're now left alone with the fucking machines, still holding your bundle of clothes. You look around you, spotting a mirror on the far wall.