It started with a silence.
No scenes today. No costumes. No cucumbers.
Just a message from Cherry:
> "Rest day. Go walk around the lot. You need to SEE it, not just shoot in it."
So Noa and Ren put on hoodies, slipped into slippers, and wandered.
---
They passed the lighting team first.
One guy was greasing a reflector with olive oil. Not for effect—for glisten.
Another was testing "orgasm lighting." Red filter. Blue rim. Candle in the background.
Ren whispered, "This is the horniest science fair I've ever seen."
Noa muttered, "There's a guy adjusting nipple shadows."
They watched in awe.
Not arousal.
Just technical appreciation.
---
A woman in a crop top walked past them.
She was crying. Her makeup perfect. Her feet blistered.
Noa hesitated, then approached. "You okay?"
The woman wiped her face. "First anal scene. Director said it'd be romantic. Instead, they used ice cubes."
Noa blinked.
Ren offered a granola bar.
---
In the lounge, they met Nate, a camera op who used to be a teacher.
"I shoot 8-hour sex scenes," he said. "But I miss teaching algebra."
He showed them a clipboard.
"Angles matter. Genitals have a 'hero side.' We map penetration by degrees."
Noa: "That's geometry."
Nate: "That's pornometry."
---
At the props table: a tub full of fake bodily fluids.
Labels read:
- "Stage Sweat (Salted)"
- "SimuSemen (Vanilla Scented)"
- "Lube XL (Silicone-Free, Safe for Vegan Skin)"
Ren picked up a sample. "This is from seaweed?"
The prop manager nodded. "Kelp is very… giving."
---
A veteran actor named Zed gave them a tour of the set "BDSM Forest."
He showed them the safety release buttons on cuffs, the hidden water stations, and the code words.
"If they say 'banana,' we stop filming."
Ren: "What if they actually want a banana?"
Zed: "Then they get a snack and a cuddle. We're not animals."
---
In the costume room, they met Jina—wardrobe chief, ex-burlesque dancer.
She held up two costumes:
- One was a nun habit made of fishnet.
- The other, a full astronaut suit with a hole in the crotch.
"I once had to sew a thong into a unicorn fursuit," she said. "Porn is performance art… in bad lighting."
Noa: "Do you ever feel like it's too much?"
Jina smiled. "It's never the clothes. It's the lies behind the script that exhaust you."
---
By lunch, they were emotionally full.
They sat on the curb outside the studio, sipping warm coffee from a vending machine.
Noa spoke first.
"I used to think porn was just… sex."
Ren replied, "I used to think I'd never be in it."
They laughed. Quietly.
---
Then she looked at him.
"Is it weird that I don't feel sexy anymore?"
Ren nodded. "Same. I feel like a… biology diagram."
She asked, "Why do people do this?"
He shrugged. "Money. Fame. Attention. Or maybe… just to feel something."
Then he paused. "Or maybe some just love it."
Noa tilted her head. "You think anyone's really happy here?"
He looked down the studio lot.
There was a guy laughing on a sex swing while eating a sandwich.
"Maybe," Ren said. "But most are just surviving."
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That night, Noa wrote in her journal:
> "It's not a fantasy.
> It's a machine.
> With wires, contracts, and secrets.
> Some thrive in it.
> Others vanish.
> But no one walks away untouched."
She closed the book and looked at Ren.
He looked back.
They didn't need to say anything.
Because now they knew.
They weren't lost.
They were **aware**.
And awareness, in a world built on illusion…
Was the **sexiest freedom** they'd ever felt.