Yesterday the Feds busted the Emperor's Club, a New York–based escort service that provided, according to their Website, "refined and successful international clients" looking for "risk-free dating … without long-term-commitment intricacies" with "exclusive, beautiful, educated companions of fine family and career backgrounds." You know, hookers. Of the four people charged with running the service, three of them were women. Still, from the phone records in the FBI affidavit, parts of which are up on the Smoking Gun, it didn't seem like it was a woman-friendly workplace, from the male founder who said that a would-be call girl "looks like a butcher in my opinion" to the conversation about the "baggage" a worker with kids has to the outraged indignation of an applicant who was "shock and confuse" that the company expected its employees to have sex with men who don't even take them out to dinner. But then comes a tender moment between one self-aware prostie and her pimpette.