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They talk for a brief moment. The apartment is darkly lit. There is a drop cloth on the floor, something a painter would use. There isn't much furniture so it was either moved before we came, or this person lives very simply with only a couch, television and stand. He asks if I want something to drink I shake my head no but do not make a sound. I am looking around while my friend puts down the bags we have brought. My friend turns to tell me to take off my clothes and lay on the cloth so...