(Sandrine enters the room. The man is already there, sitting on a chair, watching her intently. She gives him a warm smile, sets her purse on a small table and sits on a chair that was placed opposite him. They are very close, their knees almost touching. Sandrine clears her throat.)
Do you understand how this will work?
You do not touch me, and I do not touch you.
Yes, even though I am sitting so close to you.
That is the point. The proximity is part of it.
I feel you here, so near me.
You feel me, don’t you? Yes, good.
Now, I will tell you what to do.
You will do nothing but the things I tell you to.
That is why you are here.
You are in good hands.
I have done this many times before.
I am good at this because I love cocks.
I love to be near them.
I yearn for them, daily.
I love to watch a man as he strokes himself.
I get immense pleasure from it.
You will see this.
You will see it on my face and in my behaviour, the way my voice will shake, the way my desperation for cock will swell…
