You give the okay

You nod, he clicks the link, grinning. For a brief second it feels like you are falling. The world has changed, you are both in a big bedroom, a hotel for sure, a luxury suite, with cameras set up to film the bed from multiple angles. On the bed are the three outfits that the actors were wearing in the video. The cheerleader outfit, the French maid, and the skimpy dress.

A stereotypical director’s voice yells out from the darkness of the suite as if a crew was watching just beyond the circle of light encompassing the bed. “Come on, let’s go, make your choice.”

The guy asks back, “So I can like pick any of them? What happens then?”

The voice answers, “Then we make the video, obviously.” Then yells, “We ain’t got all day, pick.”

You ask, “Um, will there be another joining us?”

The directors voice says, “Obviously.” Then quietly adds, “Fucking actors. All stupid.” Then louder, “Let’s go, let’s go.”

The guy looks at you, then the costumes.