I’m watching porn with my client as I sit beside him in bed at seven in the morning, knowing all my friends are kicking on from Mardi Gras. On the screen, a girl is writhing in a cage as someone zaps her with a low-voltage electric current. The client made me pick what genre I wanted to watch from his huge digital collection—as if I wanted to watch any—and I chose kink because the others felt too weird next to him or too close to my own tastes. He’s obviously seen these vids many times before and tells me facts about each of the actresses as I touch him.