The biggest unanswered question here is whether or not she is a fixture of his act, if whether or not every night that he drinks a fifth of vodka and then takes to the stage to DJ another soul-deadening Bar Mitzvah or wedding he is accompanied by his faithful assistant, whose entire purpose is to let him smack away at her breasts as an aberrant sort of therapy to the awfulness that is his means of living, being the worst wedding DJ ever. If that's the case then we need entirely different ways to categorize human beings. Just throw out everything we know about psychology and sociology and start from scratch.