It was the best one hour of sex I’ve ever had. We took a break but he still stayed hard. Maybe he had taken something, and that was professional of him because I had told him what I wanted. He kept saying, ‘You are so good, I won’t even charge you’ and ‘You are so good, I can climax any time with you’. Of course I Gpaid him at the end of it, because these are just things to say, but they made me feel wanted. He ensured I finished first, asked if he could take a shower and left. Afterwards, he just sent one message: ‘When is the next time?’ No, ‘Hi, How are you’. [He knows] we are not friends. He made me, my needs and my experience a priority. That’s professional. It was Rs 10,000 well spent and I am going to call him whenever I want.”

It was the first time she was buying sex, this 33-year-old sales professional who lives in one of the metropolis’ satellite cities. She’s got the kind of face that’s beautiful in any culture—almond shaped that ends in a dainty, pointed chin. Her eyes are cognac, almost khaki, and also almond shaped, turning upwards at the outer corners. Smooth, fair skinned and straight, black hair. She hugs deeply and for longer than you expect.