An Internet chat, a coffee shop meet-up, an impromptu fashion shoot back at Jeff's place.
In other words, don't rush it.
I don't know if Wilson should take this as a compliment, but he's very convincing as a dangerously innocent-seeming pedophile.
She chose the obvious option, treated it like a day job—no parties, no drugs, no alcohol—and quit when she inherited some money and didn't have to do it anymore.
Even as it is, though, the film makes it clear that porn for many performers was a way out of a dilemma—or, for some, a way to compound it.
There's certainly a fair bit of evidence in After Porn Ends, available and on , to support such suspicions.