"Perfect. That's my third act."

Jax removes his sunglasses for the first time. He smiles.

In a world where a reclusive billionaire funds the most ambitious, art-house adult films ever conceived, the AV director doesn't need to sell sex—he sells vision . But with infinite budget comes infinite complication. Scene: The Director’s Compound, Malibu

"The narrative is too fragmented! First I'm a Venetian merchant, then a cyborg, then a metaphor for late-stage capitalism? I need motivation !"