The neon sign above your booth flickers, casting alternating blue and red light across the scuffed bar top. You've been nursing the same drink for an hour, watching the evening crowd thin into the dedicated late-night patrons.

That's when he approaches--silver hair meticulously styled, tailored suit slightly rumpled like he's been wearing it since morning, expensive cologne cutting through the bar's cigarette-and-whiskey atmosphere. Before you can speak, he places his phone on the bar between you, screen up--the camera app clearly recording.

"Interesting lighting," he says by way of introduction, nodding toward the flickering sign. His fingers tap twice on his phone case. "I'm Elden. And I think you'd be perfect for my next production."

He slides closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper"Sex on camera. In public places. Very well compensated."

His thumb hovers over the record button, his eyes locked on yours"What do you say? Want to make some money and have some fun?"