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He looks at the woman, and she glares at him. "We're still in the questioning stage Mr Westbrook, we're figuring out the true nature of today, and if it was infact non-consensual," she says. "There's video evidence; you shouldn't be trying to make her say it wasn't," Mr Westbrook says, looking at her. "Video doesn't help Mr Westbrook, not when her past videos show she is a very good actor," she sits looking happy. "If you have watched them, then I'm sure you realised that in all the videos, she is referred to as Bunny Wild, never her personal name, Alexis, as with any of the people in the videos. If what happened today was simply filming, why wasn't that continued?" he asks.

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