This. These men are so rich and powerful the acquisition of things no longer rings their brain bell. So now it’s about the experience. The perfectly catered evening where you’re the suave star with the young women blushing and laughing at their anecdotes. In their world their requests are not met with questions. They don’t want questions. These guys were paying for the illusion and the discretion that Epstein provided for them. It’s not just pimping. Dude sold himself to these guys alongside the victims, playing his role of bachelor party host and your one contact who always “knows a guy” or where to find more of whatever they’ve tasted. It feels dumb to say this but I’m just gonna say it: since r*** is about power and control this was never about sex to begin with, and the fact that what Epstein himself was about was power and control and metric fucktons of shady shit.