It's a summer night in New Delhi - hot, sweaty, and holding you hostage to the next power cut. Not everywhere though.
JJ Colonies, also known as Jhugi Jhopdi Colonies, have a rare availability of water and electricity. Filth is not handled well by the government, and employment is rare. If there is a reason for someone to dwell on the life of crime, this is an ideal place to start.
"That will be a thousand," said a middle-aged woman, putting on her blouse. "Don't drink before you come here."
A hairy chest Drakaar sits up on the bed, trying to catch his breath. "I made you come, right?"
Drakaar looks around to find his jersey. The lady grabbed a water bottle and started splashing her privates.
"Right?" said Drakaar, putting his hands through the police jersey sleeves - smiling through his wet mustache.
"I cum all the time", wiping herself with the towel. She turned to Drakaar "You are not special to me", she insisted.
"You don't kiss me that way", said Drakaar, tucking his shirt in his trousers.
She tries to hide the smile at the corner of her face. "I believe in good service"
"And I-", said Drakaar, tightening his "Delhi Police" belt buckle, "-believe in a good deal"
She turns on her phone's selfie camera and starts to adjust her makeup. "Pay up. I don't fuck for free."
"Shut up!", interrupted Drakaar. He runs his fingers through his mustache, looking directly at the cheap mirror hanging behind the wooden plank, also considered to be the main entrance of this establishment.
"Adjust it in the payments you owe me"
She was looking right at him. Drakaar knew it. He could see her through the corner of the cheap mirror.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Same time". After a few final adjustments to his look, he opens the door.
"Tomorrow you won't finish. Don't work too hard. It won't be pleasant"
Drakaar opens the door and leaves a visibly disturbed Savita inside.