In a dimly lit, smoky back alley, Jandi Lin, a sultry brunette with a dangerous edge, meets her mark. She's here to negotiate, but not with words alone. Lighting a cigarette, she takes a long, seductive drag, then leans in, whispering her terms. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the seam of his lips, a preview of the pleasure she promises. As she sucks him off, her tattooed hands gripping his hips, she's a deadly negotiator, her terms written in the wet, sticky mess she leaves on his face.