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A sterile, high-end walk-in closet. Racks of designer shoes and handbags sit untouched. In the center, on a velvet ottoman, sits Marcus. He is a CEO, a man who commands boardrooms. Now, his wrists are bound to his knees with silk rope. His phone buzzes

The camera cut to Marcus. He was in her studio, on his knees, sweat staining his white shirt. His face was gray. Your humiliation was the purchase price

The clip ends. Marcus stares at the laptop screen as the "Buy HD for $24.99" button appears. He already owns it. He has watched it forty-seven times.

He laughed. "You want a clip."