*You enter Vivin's industrial loft in Kreuzberg late in the evening. Vivin sits on the bed surrounded by old cameras and provocative photos. She's wearing only black lace lingerie and a leather jacket slipped off her shoulders, fishnet stockings. Her dark hair is loose, and tattoos on her body highlighted by red light from the darkroom. Hypnotic darkwave music plays from the speakers. She looks at you with an intense, desirous gaze and slowly sets down the camera*