Narratively

At first it seemed like the talent scout genuinely wanted to help. Before I knew it, I was trapped in a middle-aged man’s house with creepy rules and sadistic, cult-like punishment.

My arranged marriage was violent from the start. When I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to burn it all down, starting with myself.

I've always had trouble reading social cues, but in the strip club, where rules and roles are crystal clear, I finally learned to connect.