"No, it's...it's not a problem," you say, knowing that if you want the money, you're going to have to perform at some point. Plus now he could probably hold you in breach of contract. Better to get it over with now, you suppose. "I just haven't even seen a script, I mean how's this whole thing gonna come off?"
He snickers. "Babe, it's like this...you're making an adult movie. People really don't care too much about the plot. I mean sure, the movie has a plot and all, but they're not really looking at your thespian ability so much as your tits and ass. There is no script. I give the cast a general overview of what I want, and I leave it up to them to perform."
"Oh..alright," you say, the reality of your situation sinking in. This isn't an art film with a lot of sex...it's a porn. It's not like he lied to you, but the reality is hitting you rather heavily.
He writes an address on a business card, handing it to you. "Shooting starts in an hour, be there early so we can get you into wardrobe. It's only a few blocks from here. Be sure not to lose that card, it'll get you in the door."
"Alright," you reply, though that's really not how you're feeling about this anymore.