I am erotically obsessed with shame. Shame is a uniquely physical thing. It is felt in the pit of your stomach, and is often manifested through blushes, prickling skin and an increased awareness of the body.

There is a side of the city you will not be able to see until you have done this job. There is a whole separate world mapped alongside the one you occupied before; the city and its double, revealed to you only gradually as you wind your way down another heavy-carpeted hallway in a luxury hotel