Izzy must have ran because she got there exceptionally fast. If there was an attractive man somewhere, Izzy was not going to miss it.

Izzy ushered me into the kitchen and handed me some clothes she had brought with her and ordered me to change. When I emerged, Izzy was at the window, watching the angry man who seemed clearly distracted in an argument with Pierre.

We both watched, like spectators to a sport. The man turned, soon realizing that they were not alone.

“Hey! Mind your own business, ladies!”

“Oy! You interrupted the filming of our porno! Now my girl here has to work overtime!” Izzy called out. I punched Izzy hard in the arm.

“Is that what you call it then?” He yelled back.

“You want to take this outside pansy?” Izzy cried.

“I’ll see you outside, madame!”

Izzy ran towards the door. I gave her a questioning look. She motioned towards the window.

“Now’s your chance, flirt with him! Hey, menina, that skirt looks hot on you, go, go! Hey, that other guy is tres bon, no?”