Five European women—fully naked, aged 40–50, and chubby women —are sitting on sofas, two are smoking cigarettes, and one holds a glass of wine. Bathed in moderate halogen lighting, they chat amiably while waiting their turn in a brothel. A madam stands nearby with a stern expression, wearing worn-out silk, the furniture is old and battered, and the curtains are tattered and dated. It is a brothel.