Rusty: No sex for six months. Alright.

It took a little while and a little fruitless negotiating for the scope of what I'd just agreed to to really sink in...

Luxx: All sex.
Rusty: Oral sex?
Luxx: Oral sex.
Rusty: Anal sex?
Luxx: Anal sex, hand jobs, foot jobs, tit jobs...
          giving and receiving.
Rusty: What about cuddling?
Luxx: If you want to torture yourself, go ahead.
Rusty: Mutual nudity?
Luxx: I wouldn't want your career to suffer, so
          if you must disrobe... by all means...
Rusty: Alright.

If you understand one thing about life as a member of the Clown Tribe on these little islands, let it be that you always will need the option to drop your pants... whether what's under it is about to be serviced or not. Personally, I had other obligations that required a measure of nudity, not limited to posing for a Love Pops calendar, and believe it or not, my member was recently used as a model for an "ultrarealistic" marital aid. Basically, there's a dildo out there shaped exactly like my hard on. Not something most politicians can brag about, no?

Luxx: One more thing.
Rusty: Really?
Luxx: Really. You mustn't tell a soul about this bargain.
Rusty: Okay... wait... how will I be able to turn it down?
Luxx: Not a soul. You'll just have to find a way.
Rusty: Lie?
Luxx: Perhaps avoid situations that might require you
          to make, shall we say, poor decisions. All lies have
          unintended consequences, Russell. Some not good.
          Even fatal. If you want to back out now...
Rusty: NO! I can do this...
Luxx: I hope so. For your sake, Russell.
Rusty: I can. Starting when?
Luxx: Starting now. Have a good evening, boy.