So the clown story is real? Not that Midge thought Igor would lie about it, but it seems so outrageous. She supposes that she can’t judge other people’s sexual desires, but he really goes above and beyond for his clients.

“That’s it… I suppose I can tell you to stop if I don’t like something?” Midge thinks he would easily oblige her. “Maybe I should tell you what I do want?” She bites her lip, pausing for a moment. “I… want you to fuck me with your fingers while you lick my clit.”

So much for them just talking all night.