Esti interrupts.

As Bar looks back at you, you notice a sly sort of look in her eyes. You're very intrigued by this, and start to open your mouth, ready to ask what she has in mind. Unfortunately, before you can, Bar is pushed far away from you.

"Then do it to someone else!" shouts a familiar female voice.

As if you needed it, the voice confirmed that it is Esti, apparently back to claim what was nearly hers. She grabs the same hand Bar had been holding, and starts pulling you back to where you had been with her. You don't see a need to return there, but if it's to get what she was preparing to give you, you're not about to stop her.

"He's mine!" Bar responds, as you are again separated from an Israeli swimsuit model. "You heard what I said about those pictures. Right?!" she continues.

"Yes, I did!" Esti says, apparently intent on continuing to scream. "But then, when I thought about it, I realized that even if you get what you want from who you want, nothing stops you from uploading those pictures to a computer, and sending them to every tabloid in Tel Aviv!"

Bar stands still, except for bringing a hand to her chin.

"Hmmm...," she says. "I hadn't considered that."

You say nothing, though this makes you consider if all beautiful blondes are really this stupid.

"I continued to think," Esti adds, interrupting your thought process. "I realized there is one way I can guarantee all of those pictures don't leave this country!"

"And what is that?!" Bar asks her, briefly glancing at you, before you both face Esti.

"You shoot a video!" she responds. "In the hotel!... With both John and me!"