“How much to rent that tv for a photoshoot?” I asked the proprieter. I must have looked very sad when I told him that I couldn’t afford it and would have to pass, because he stopped me and asked how much I could pay. I offered more than I wanted to pay, but it was still far short of the rental rate and I didn’t hold out much hope. Then he asked me if I baked. And, actually I do, quite well. So we bargained for some cash, and some home-made chocolate chip cookies, and I left the store with my prize. Now I had the perfect rounded voluptuous set for our Lust scene.