For the description of the picture I've chosen this rather irritating title on purpose. 
 

Of course I also could use the title "love for sale". But that wouldn't bring me to the analogy of this picture as I see it in a different context to when sex for money could literally only be obtained person-to-person. Certainly with not the slightest bit of love involved.

 

Talking about bits (and bytes): Even though the outcome for men (and women) is almost identical, in today's cyber world we can have (virtual) sex anywhere and anytime. Sometimes for free. An sometimes for hard cash. And even much more disguised than back in the times when magazines like Playboy (and others more hardcore) were sold with a sealed cover from unter the counter.

 

But whhat's worrying me even more: today almost anyone who can handle a camcorder or a smartphone can easily become a sex-tape-director. Some with and some unfortunately without obtaining consent from the "acting" person in front of the camera.