I once worked in a photography laboratory. Instead of a special machine, we had an ordinary computer, where I plugged the flash, scrolled the photos, and the client watched them. One day he brought a flash. I open the picture to the whole screen, I list. The first, the second, the third. There he is with the company, here with the girl. The guy speaks, whether to print or not. In the next photo, he puts the girl in the ass. I was red, he wasn’t. With an indignant look, he said, “This is not necessary.”