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In a cramped, dimly lit motel room, a stunning Chinese woman named Li Mei stands in front of a cheap tripod, the only light emanating from the camera’s display. She is a model – an “amateur” one, by Western standards, but one who has graced the pages of a few risqué Chinese magazines. At 25, she’s already a veteran, her taut 34C breasts and firm, round ass having emerged from countless print renderings.

Yet such meager fame does little to provide for her elderly parents back in Hubei province. Thus, the few grand from this clandestine photoshoot with Mr. Chen, a successful Hong Kong businessman, amounts to a fortune. A shame, she thinks, glancing at her unmade bed, that it comes at such a degrading cost.

Mr. Chen clears his throat impatiently on the other side of the camera – a signal that Li Mei knows all too well. Tensing, she slips off her satiny red robe to reveal a scrap of black lace – what she is told is an “aubergine teddy.” A pause, then she discards that as well, nude before the camera with an inscrutable gaze.

“Ooh, very nice,” comes Mr. Chen’s covetous voice, admiring her flawless pale skin. Li Mei remains still, unflinching. She’s a professional, after all. He wants her smoking hot body – he’s paying for it. Nothing more.

But then Mr. Chen wants more. Greed glints in his eye as he immediately suggests indecent poses which, Li Mei recognizes, far exceed the bounds of her modeling agreement. Shot after shot, his camera lens violates her personal space, voyeuristically invading regions never meant for public consumption.

And this is just the beginning…

Next shoots require Li Mei to actually touch herself – “sexy asian babes,” Mr. Chen calls his frequent subject matter. In her mind, she wishes she could explain to him that Chinese women do not typically embrace promiscuity and unabashed self-gratification. But she needs the money, and ravenous lust transcends all cultures.

So, with each photo session, Li Mei’s body parts become increasingly featured, her guarded gaze giving way to sexily hooded lids and passion-prickled nipples. The payoff increases too, but her psyche dwindles in kind – the photos eventually pigs backing.

The final session arrives. At this point, Li Mei’s unclothed images are on Mr. Chen’s phone, hard drive, maybe even internet platforms (if only Li Mei knew). But if he uploads, pays or not, her lucrative blackmail material exists – just in case this shady coxcomb gets creative.

This time, he doesn’t even pretend to frame her body artistically. Gruffly, he tosses a pathologies named G-strings, scant lace numbers, and one pink micro-micro mini dress. “Wear every-thing,” he commands as she struggles to maintain a shred of modesty.

A masochistic urge washes over her to just strip naked and end this farcical charade – his camera darts for her bare flesh anyway, so what’s the use? But Li Mei’s survival instinct kicks in, and she strings together a makeshift thong fashion show, sashaying agonizingly before his unrelenting lens.

“Supposed to be … wearing,” Mr. Chen says, scrutinizing each outfit like a viper, his tone pure menace. Subtly, he adjusts the camera angle to maximum penetration, and Li Mei realizes his final perverse plan: full frontal probable.

Defiant past her point of breaking, Li Mei hurls the articles of scanty coverage at him. “You want it? Fine. Lemme go, I QUI-IT!” she shrieks, punctuating her explosion by tearing off her lingerie bits a la the Wrath of Khan. The last snippet is whisked by the wind of the door as she scampers out, ajet black censor bars across her pixel grid.

Completely naked on the mean streets, Li Mei wanders shell-shocked into back alleys and desolate developments until she’s an unknown vapor. A Chinese onset slut, unpaid and unpayable, she becomes homeless and prostitute.

And that’s after Li Mei sells herself to internet scammers. Her images aren’t uploaded (or not for long – their clients, too, usually go broke). But Mr. Chen exacts brutal repen goes to her next modeling venture. “Can’t do no good,” she leers at her reflection.

That night, as the sun gropes below the horizon, Li Mei finally faces a moral music: an upscale hot tub – where Mr. Chen to sedifferent. She can’t ever go home again with so much money mandated.

Li Mei realizes at this point that she has been channeling h in her mind. Maybe if she begs Mr. Chen hat to, she’ll get a repeat living from his kink aesthetic. A nude modeling sessions; or perhaps his financial interest someday goes away.

So with regret, Li Mei returns to Mr. Chen’s film set, ready to commence naked posing once again, her personal money conflicts.