Interview with Larissa Dee

She sits with her legs parted and answers anyway. The questions come in English, but her mouth moves slow, testing each word. She tells how it started: curiosity and cash, the two things she could count on. No boyfriend told her what to do. She went in alone and stayed there. Once the cameras turned on she stopped keeping sex private. Mornings in front of a mirror, afternoons on set, the line between the two gone. Her answers stay short. Her hand stays busy between her thighs, proving the point better than any sentence. The interview keeps running; the way she touches herself does not.