In a small Beirut studio, the Person prepares for an afternoon client. A buzz breaks the quiet. The Client, a woman in her thirties with a streak of white hair, steps in cautiously. They speak lightly, skimming the surface of conversation. It’s her first time, she says. The Person trying to put her at ease. They draw closer, but the Client abruptly pulls back. She doesn’t want to be touched, only to watch. After a brief hesitation, the Person agrees. What follows is part performance, part unspoken confession. The Client watches, tense, breath tight. Is the Client really here for the performance — or for something she’s not ready to face?