This is Naya’s major blind spot: not realising that there is a subtle influencing of the results going on just by being the documentary’s chief interrogator: The lady in the brothel, who is only appearing onscreen because her time is paid for, takes one look at Naya and sees what might have been possible with a little luck on her side, so those tears passed off as a bleaching prostitute’s remorse is really the product of a complex play of the politics of class and beauty standards.