Daisy, Navannah and Carmen are fake names. The women behind them wear their aliases while stripping everything else. The market deals in lust or loneliness; within the course of an hour, a girl writhes on the floor with her legs agape and then cuddles her spectator like a fragile companion. “Everyone wants to be needed,” she says. The escorts learn to feign intimacy and then return home where they shift to the pressure of a different kind of closeness.