Let's throw out the intruder.

-And then we'll take care of who really has the right to be here - says the other butler.

K-T, grabbed by the arms, struggles to stand and is therefore dragged behind him. He looks ahead at the now-close entrance and knows he will not be escorted out with kindness.

He knows he will be thrown outside without his clothes. In that very particular moment, who knows what he is thinking, or maybe K-T is unable to develop a reasoning, literally overwhelmed by the situation.

I know what I'm thinking. It's a stupid thing to associate with what's happening. You know those Western movies where the sheriff or someone like him throws someone out of the saloon?

Usually, with the help of a kick in the rear, the unfortunate ones find themselves flying through the air and landing on the ground.

K-T more or less follows this script and, unlike the cowboy who fell off, there are no pants to protect the impact of his buttocks, which are red and sensitive from the spankings received, with the asphalt.

Instinctively, he covers his testicles with his hands to protect them as best he can.

I photograph everything, including the usual embarrassment that follows. He is alone, naked, far from home. Fortunately, someone is coming to save him.