I recall being vaguely amused. As I turned the corner into the gift office searching for a model to bind, I came face to face with the same stare which amazes me at the mirror each morning.We sat down. We talked within a record at each other. No questions were asked by her. She signed her name while digging through her purse.Later on, they brought her in from makeup. The interview went by because she posed for pictures, twisting her form this manner and that.I started moving metal to set up an idea and she wandered into a corner when scrolling through an electronic organizer. She functions 5-6 days although she’s only 19. She has an agent a book deal, a site. Booking her was a 3 month process.Stripped naked on the desk, bound into the cold metal, she seemed like she could fall asleep but did not. She looked in the goggles quizzically but corrected them so all she could see was black.The vibrator caused a stir, but whenever the clamps went on she came into. One, five, ten, twenty…she writhed around screamed. She spit out words no one. She came so hard she looked like a fighter pilot in gravity coaching, gritting her teeth with her lips curled back.The camera stopped and the straps came off. She removed from goggles and sat up. Her eyes came into focus. I could tell she had finally arrived in the room.