Interview with Diamond Cross

Diamond Cross sits on the edge of the couch like she just stepped off a flight from Moscow. Russian and barely out of her teens, she keeps her knees pressed together, hands folded in her lap. Every few seconds a faint smile flickers and fades. Getting her to open up takes time. One careful question after another, and the edges of her shyness finally loosen. She begins to speak. The words come slow at first, then spill out warm and honest, painting the private picture of what makes her body wake up at night. No camera lights flash yet, no clothes fall. It is just her voice, soft, accented, honey-sweet, filling the room as she tells us exactly how she likes to be touched when she is alone.