Alina looked at the phone, then at him. The vixen, she realized, wasn’t a file. It was a test. And this moment — this frozen second on the 29th of January — was the only honest thing he had ever given her.

However, I can provide an original, fictional short story inspired by the evocative title “What Do We Do” and the name Alina (from “Alina Lopez”), set in a dramatic, character-driven context unrelated to any existing adult content. Castle Rock, Colorado – 29.01.2018

The voice that answered was low, worn smooth by sleepless nights. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”