Your client arrives.

All of a sudden, while you’re standing half naked in this doorway, your client, the rich pig, shows up. To your surprise he’s smartly dressed and smells quite good, despite being about as fat and ugly as you expected.

“Excuse me, am I in the right place?” He asks, unassure of himself, sneaking peaks at the stallion who has started back up almost to full swing, railing the girl.

Exasperated, you look back and forth, trying to figure out what to do.