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"He forces her against the wall,

his throbbing cock as big as a shoe."

A shoe.

"He grabs her nipple."

Mm.

"She kneels in front of him, worshiping his third leg."

Jesus Christ.

Okay, okay.

Brynne?

One second.

Okay.

Just...

you know, come out while it's still our anniversary.

Mm.

A shoe.

A shoe.

Hey.

I thought you were gonna light candles.

I couldn't find the lighter.

Aren't you gonna wear the other thing?

What other thing?

You know, it's kind of like with the little boob thingies.

I also kind of like the stockings.

I could change.

It's okay. Forget I said anything.

Come here.

Happy date-iversary.

Happy date-iversary.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Are you laughing?

No.

Yes. Yes.

It's the song.

I'll change it.

Whoa! Is this what you like?

Yeah. It's -- It's porn. It's...

It's a fantasy.

Brynne, don't get in your head about this.

Now I can see you better.

I don't want you to see me better.

But you asked for candles.

Candlelight is flattering.

This is for surgery.

Getting you off, that's like performing surgery.

Let's just have sex.

Okay.

Oh, this is a good one.

- Let me see. - Wait your turn.

Yes, my queen.

Sorry.

We get a little carried away sometimes.

How can I not get carried away with a goddess like you?

Behave.

What's your wildest sexual fantasy?

Cali, that's not what it says.

My question is better. Come on.

Let's really get to know one another.

What's your darkest desire?

I don't really have any.

Everyone has something.

Sex in a public restroom.

Ew.

Role playing?

I'm a terrible actress.

Sex tape.

And have it end up on the Internet?

No, thanks.

What about you, Ezra?

What lights your fire?

Um...

Foursome?

I'm kidding.

Or am I?

Who needs a refill?

Devil woman.

You made me this way.

Be right back.

I usually stick to a vape pen.

I like to get high, just not too high.

It's a hybrid. Very chill.

Shit.

So, how long you and Cali been together?

Five years.

And you're still all over each other?

What's the secret?

You really want to know?

Can I tell you something crazy?

Crazy is my love language.

There's this guy at work,

and I think he has a crush on me.

He's been texting me, and it's friendly,

but also kind of flirty.

I know I should tell him to stop, but...

But you like the attention.

I guess so.

I'm not crossing any lines, though.

But you want to.

No. No, no.

No.

A few years in,

the spark went out for Cali and me.

Sex became a chore.

Just something we checked off a to-do list.

So I started going to this spa.

You mean like...

When Cali found out, she was pissed.

But I talked her into going there with me.

Having an adventure.

It was a game changer for the both of us.

It saved our relationship.

Do you have a sexual fantasy?

Something you'd actually try?

I don't see the point in thinking about it.

I mean, you're not into that stuff.

Maybe I just haven't found my thing.

Jordan was telling me about this spa.

Somewhere he went with Cali to get a couples' massage.

You mean like...?

You'd do that?

If you went with me.

Never mind.

That's a bad idea.

I think we should go.

You do?

Yeah.

Let's do something crazy.

But, you know, not too crazy.

Did you make a reservation?

I was supposed to?

Haven't you ever gotten a massage?

No.

Are you sure you're okay with this?

Yes.

Yes, totally.

All right. How about this?

You wait here, and I'll go check us in.

- Thank you. - All right.

I'll be right back.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Hello?

Don't touch Mom's. Don't touch. Bad.

Oh, bad.

- Don't touch. - Hey!

Hey, man. Get out of here.

Thank you.

It's nothing.

No, really. That guy scared me.

He was probably harmless, but I'm glad you were here.

Yeah.

I wish the cops would just round up people like him, you know?

Get them off the streets.

Oh.

I think that's a violation of their civil liberties.

Yeah, whatever.

Okay.

Rude.

Howdy.

How's it going?

Someone is here.

- You want massage? - Yes.

Sorry. Yes.

Massage for two people.

A couples massage in one room.

Only girls.

Oh.

You don't service --

Are men not allowed here?

Only girls work here.

Oh, you think he and --

My girlfriend's in the car.

I'll go get her.

For a couples --

For massage. A couples massage.

Jesus Christ.

You.

You cannot be here.

I need to see her.

-All set. -Really?

Yeah.

Are we sure this is a good idea?

Definitely.

Um, maybe we should get a regular couples massage first.

Work our way up.

How about this? We decide on a safe word.

If we're both in there and either of us

wants to shut it down, we can say something like...

cucumber.

Cucumber?

Well, it has to be obvious.

And if one of us says it, we leave?

Yes.

Go now or I call police.

Yeah, I don't think so.

You don't want that kind of attention.

Neither do your girls.

Come on.

I just want to see Joy.

A few minutes. That's all I'm asking.

And I want that photo.

What photo?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Give it to me and take me to Joy.

I live through annexation of my country.

You think you can intimidate me, boy?

Couples massage $100.

Really? That's so cheap.

Pay now. Cash only. Tip jar in room.

Do you have cash?

Excuse me.

Hey. Don't I know you?

No.

You're one of Joy's regulars.

Not anymore.

Ohh.

You have a little crush on her?

Shut up.

Maybe I put in a good word for you.

But, uh, first, you do something for me.

The fuck is wrong with you?

Men like you are what's wrong with women like me.

What are you looking at, huh?

Leave belongings here.

No phones outside this room.

No exceptions.

Wear slippers, robe.

I'll come back when room is ready.

Will be few minutes.

Am I supposed to take off everything?

Well, yeah. I think that's the point.

Yeah, right.

Follow me.

Wow.

That was unexpected.

I don't know.

Maybe we don't need the massage after all.

Like...

Do you really need that?

It helps me relax.

Yeah, but do you feel like you use it a little too much?

Fine.

Okay.

The girls will be with you soon.

Five minutes.

Thank you.

What is hurry?

Those two?

They are new to this.

$10 say they ran away before I finish tea.

What make you so sure?

In, um, in Russia, we have saying.

"If you are afraid of wolf, do not go into forest."

We are wolves?

They are.

This is forest.

Here, people like them,

they -- they figure out who they are inside.

That couple,

they will not like what they find.

They think we give them fairy-tale ending.

Happily ever after.

Nothing is that easy.

Please, girls, take your time.

He was here again.

I sent him away.

He say I threaten him.

I don't know what he's talking about.

How did he get your number?

I don't know.

Do something. Hire a security guard.

He is all talk. Now hurry. Couple is waiting.

I can't do this anymore.

You shouldn't either. It's not safe.

We make good money here.

There are other ways to make money.

I know.

I have done them.

This is better.

My sister,

she gave this to me when I was little girl.

She say it will always keep me safe.

Did it?

I'm still here.

Ohhh.

Don't mind me.

Mm.

So you're leaving us, huh?

You're too good for this place.

I just need a change.

Hey, I get it.

These men.

Day in, day out.

So much need.

Yesterday, this guy come in.

He remind me of an uncle back home.

Big round man.

Always, uh, patting his lap,

telling me "Come, sit."

Always smiling at me like fucking Santa Claus.

So this guy,

I'm finishing him off, right on the...

And he keep his eyes right here.

Right on my eyes.

It's fucking creepy, no?

So I decide

I will not look away.

I will stare right back.

I will not be first to crack.

And I was not.

But then after he finish, he, uh...

He ask me to dinner. He -- He try to kiss me.

Oh, he ask me on date.

Can you believe it?

I tell him to save his money for next massage,

because that is only way I ever touch him again.

And, uh...

he stop smiling.

He grab my throat.

He tell me

he can do whatever he want to me

and no one will care.

No one will cry for me.

Did you tell Ula?

Ula?

Mm.

What will she do?

Men like him have money.

That's all she care about.

Ooh!

Still, is better than back home, no?

And you?

You must learn to take them.

Or they think you give.

That one's mine.

How does this work?

Oh.

Well, in America,

tipping allows business owners to pay their employees less

and keep their prices low.

I just read an article about it.

No, I mean, how does it work here?

Some people must come here for normal massages.

Would you come here for a normal massage?

For $50?

I'd come here three times a week.

Me too, baby.

What if we...

have a quickie?

A quickie?

Yeah. It's just, um...

I'm all worked up now.

It'll only take a minute.

It'll take a less than a minute, I swear.

You always say that.

You know, you're becoming a little too dependent yourself.

What do you mean?

I mean,

your inspiration has gotten a bit extreme,

don't you think?

The cartoons with the demon dicks and the crazy boobs.

There's studies about all these men getting erectile dysfunction

from masturbating too much.

Even teenagers.

I don't have erectile dysfunction.

Okay? I'll prove it.

Great.

So we have a quickie, and then what?

I'm left leaking all over the table.

What about what I want?

Believe me, I would love nothing more

than to know what you want.

You know what?

Problem solved. No quickie required.

Where are you going?

I have to pee.

Hm.

Oh!

Hi.

Oh, my girlfriend's in the bathroom.

I will come back.

Oh, Jesus.

Hi.

Hello.

Are you okay?

What happened?

I forgot which room was ours.

I tried to open a door and someone slammed it on me.

It really hurts.

You feel better?

I need to tell you something.

There's something wrong here.

I ran into one of the massage girls.

She was crying.

What if she's being forced to work here against her will?

She could have been sex trafficked.

And we're here taking advantage of her situation.

Trying to get a cheap thrill

that's supposed to convince us our relationship

isn't falling apart.

Okay, that's a little dramatic, isn't it?

We're going through a phase, a -- a dry spell.

Well, it's normal. We just have to push through.

I don't know if it's that easy.

And I don't think paying some poor girl

to get us off can -- can fix us.

Oh, okay, I hear you.

But...

isn't that a little presumptuous?

I mean, maybe the girls that work here

feel good about what they do.

I mean, if you think about it,

they're providing a public service.

There's a lot of men out there who just --

they just need a woman to touch them.

So places like this,

they probably prevent a lot of terrible things from happening.

And you relate to these men?

I didn't say that.

You basically did.

But I literally didn't.

You didn't have to.

I know you, Ezra.

I know you're not satisfied with me.

Can we not get into this here?

Just admit it.

I'm not enough for you.

That's not...

I wish you wanted to be with me

as much as I want to be with you.

It's like sex is your lowest priority.

It's different for women.

I know, I know,

men are simple and women are complicated.

Okay, I've read the articles and I've tried the hacks.

I do the dishes. I rub your feet.

I ask you about your day.

But nothing changes.

What am I supposed to do?

You should do all of those things,

regardless of whether they lead to sex.

But the articles said --

I don't care what some clickbait article said.

You're missing the point.

You do the dishes and you want sex.

You ask about my day, sex.

A foot rub, sex.

It's all transactional to you.

I might as well work here.

You should just hand me a pile of cash

every time I take off my clothes.

Would that work?

I'm kidding.

Oh, God.

This is the problem with us, Ezra.

No, the problem isn't with us. It's --

It's with every guy out there who thinks exactly like you do.

All these men who will never be happy, never be satisfied

without a woman to give them what they need.

But the need never ends.

You make everything about sex, Ezra.

Everything.

You used to look at me like

I was the hottest woman you'd ever seen.

You made me feel beautiful,

but eventually you stopped looking.

It didn't matter if I was there.

You needed to get off.

But it wasn't about me.

It could be anyone. Any vagina.

Going down on me is...

...a means to an end.

That's not true.

What about the other night?

The second I said we should just have sex,

you were good with that.

Because you said we should just have sex.

I knew that was what you wanted.

I wanted you to light candles, Ezra.

I just wanted some fucking candles.

You were right about them.

Who's taking the walk-in?

Someone is in there?

Ula said nothing.

Where is Ula?

She probably went for a smoke.

Going once, going twice.

All yours.

Suit yourself.

How nice of Ula to take break whenever she want.

I'll go fetch her.

Dasha.

Maybe I should come with you.

I'll be fine.

Ula.

Ula?

Is that you?

Fuck this.

The way I see it,

if you were attracted to me, we'd be having sex.

That's so reductive.

Fine.

I'm just an ignorant cis white guy.

And we're wrong about everything.

But you might have mentioned a few of these things

before we were half naked

in a fucking happy ending massage parlor.

Where are you going?

Cucumber.

What?

I don't feel safe with you, Brynne.

So, cucumber.

Fucking cucumber.

Ula?

Don't make a sound.

What kind of car do you drive?

Hey!

Ah, shit! Shit! Shit!

Ah! Fuck!

Ah!

Let me help.

Stop looking at me.

You crazy fucking bitch.

You scream,

and you'll be giving blow jobs through a brand-new hole.

I am not fucking around.

What are you doing?

What do you want me to do?

Don't play games with me.

You would like my games.

What will you, uh,

do to Joy?

She really messed you up, huh?

She made you feel wanted.

And then she turned you away.

It's not fair.

I don't want to hurt her, I just --

I want to see her again.

If I could just explain the way she makes me feel.

She will never understand.

But...

I do.

We are same.

You and I.

Damaged.

Forsaken.

Men look at me and they see a whore.

Woman look at you, they see a monster.

But, but.

We are more than they will ever know.

You shut up.

A girl like Joy...

...she should crawl to you on hands and knees.

She does not deserve you.

I told you to stop playing games with me.

I can make you forget all about her.

Let me show you.

She's a fantasy.

I'm right here.

Are you afraid of me?

No.

Oh.

My boyfriend and I,

we had a fight.

I'm sure you heard.

A little.

I'm so embarrassed.

This isn't who we are.

Don't worry.

It happens.

Can I --

Can I ask you something?

What's the longest you've ever been with one guy?

An hour.

Men are not for me.

Oh.

Got it.

It's just, my boyfriend and I,

we've been together a while now.

Things were so good at the start.

Just effortlessly good.

And I love him to death.

But I think we've lost something.

We came here trying to get it back.

So I'm wondering,

the couples you've seen,

the ones like my boyfriend and me,

Do you think it saved them?

I think coming here can wake something up,

a forgotten feeling.

Maybe that is what you need.

I'm not good with blood.

Don't look.

Ah! Ah! Ow!

Ohh! Ohh.

I told you not to look.

You will not need stitches.

How can you tell?

I was a nurse before.

Oh.

How did you end up here?

In United States?

No, doing -- doing massage.

I just mean, you had a choice, right?

Like no one made you work here.

My life has not been full of choices.

I am sorry about your car.

Brynne's gonna kill me.

Brynne is your wife?

Girlfriend.

I mean, I always thought we'd get married,

but now I don't know if we'll last tonight.

I don't know how to give her what she wants.

She said she wanted to come here,

but now she wants to leave.

I feel like she's a moving target.

You know, I keep shooting arrows at her

and she just steps out of the way.

Thank you.

I guess I better go face the music.

Your girlfriend,

she is not a target.

Not an object.

She's...

An archer?

Yes.

She is an archer.

Like you.

I feel like you're trying to tell me something

really important.

And I'm not getting it.

She has her own arrow.

Her own bow.

Don't shoot at her.

Shoot with her, together.

Yeah, I still don't get.

Stop making everything about you.

Thanks.

She's crossed line.

Drugs are one thing, but this?

We are not brothel.

She screw one client, and soon they all want it.

Then we should leave.

I can't.

Why not?

Talk to me.

You were gone a long time.

I needed to think.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

I ruined everything.

-I -- -Don't.

I want to look at you.

I love your body.

You do?

I do.

You're a work of art, Brynne.

Lay down on the table.

Why?

I want to give you a massage.

Before this,

I work for maid service.

And some clients would pay extra

for girls to clean topless while they --

while they watch.

They pay even more to touch.

And then that's, um --

When I meet Ula,

um, she hired some girls to clean here at Angel Spa,

and she ask me if I want to work less

and make more money.

She say at least here, I get to keep clothes on.

I touch men,

but they cannot touch me.

And what about this?

Where did you get that?

Ula's desk. There is a whole stack of them.

And a gun.

A gun?

Did you know that she was taking pictures of us?

There is a secret hole behind the painting.

Ula -- Ula, she said

we need pictures in case anyone gives us trouble.

I -- I thought you know.

I'll go.

Oh, my God.

That was incredible.

God.

That was amazing.

I think I could go again in a few --

Now are you afraid of me?

No.

Shh.

Come with me.

Ula?

Won't touch.

Don't touch.

Don't touch.

Mom said no touch or --

Mom said don't touch or else.

Hey!

You need to leave.

Bad.

Bad, bad.

Bad.

The water's too hot.

Please, Mama, it hurts.

Please, please, please.

You are being very bad.

Go to room now or --

or you will be spanked.

Please, please.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sorry. I am sorry.

You are not bad.

I'm sorry.

You are good.

Da? You are good.

You touch yourself whenever you want.

But do it

out there.

Okay.

Thank you.

Time to go.

- Go. - Go. Da.

Joy?

You don't approve?

He came here to hurt you.

Ah-ah. I saved you.

When I was little girl,

my father made me read Bible every day.

He want me to be good like my mother.

My mother hated her life.

She hated my father.

She probably hated me, too.

Because I was something she could never be.

Do you know story of Lilith?

Hm?

Lilith was, uh, Adam's first wife in the Garden of Eden.

Before Eve and the serpent.

And the apple.

Lilith was, uh, not meek like Eve.

She would not submit to him.

She would not lie with him.

She would not honor him as her leader.

She left him.

And she wandered the world on her own.

And when she encountered demons,

she fucked them.

She create race of hungry female monsters.

Succubi.

She sent them out in the world to feed,

to prey on weak men.

And to steal pieces of their souls.

And these men who lay with succubi...

...they would never again be satisfied by another woman.

They'd always hunger.

Always want more.

You see,

while this succubi appear to give these men what they want...

...really, they take.

And they leave a hollow place that can never be filled.

The succubi,

they grow stronger,

more powerful each time that they feed.

My mother told me I was a daughter of Lilith.

That while other women give...

...until there's nothing left,

I would -- I would take.

And grow strong.

Oof.

You're not like me, Joy.

You give and you are diminished.

Better that you are a daughter of Lilith.

Your turn.

I'm good.

Are you saving it for the massage?

No.

Did you already...?

Mnh-mnh.

I don't understand.

Were you visited by three ghosts or something?

Ghosts?

I just mean you're different all of a sudden.

I don't know how to feel about it.

Look.

What you said was hard to hear,

but I did hear it.

I know tonight's not going to fix everything,

but it's a start, right?

And I think we got what we came for.

One of us did.

I need to tell you something.

Our car kind of got stolen.

I tried to chase it down, and I slipped in glass.

- See? - Holy shit.

- Do you need stitches? - Nah.

But we should call the police.

Are you sure you don't want to get the massage?

Right now, what I want is to go home with you.

I'll go grab our things.

I'll be right back.

Come on.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is this?

Are you having an affair?

Shh, Ezra, please.

No. Tell me right now.

Are you cheating on me?

No.

You're lying.

I can't believe this.

After you accuse me of making everything about sex.

You try and convince me that I'm the problem?

Well, at least I never cheated.

I never tried to get what I needed from someone else.

All I wanted was you.

Say something. Defend yourself.

Make excuses. Go on.

Tell me how I'm to blame.

What?

Joy?

Mm.

Hyah!

So much blood.

I told you.

Let's go. Let's go.

Drop it.

Very nice.

Not mine.

Of course not.

Smash it.

Smash it!

It's got a really good screen protector.

Oh?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Please don't hurt her.

Why not? I heard your little spat.

I saw the way you looked at her.

Such anger.

What did you do to him?

I -- I made a mistake.

I...

I let a guy at work flirt with me just a little.

I -- I swear nothing happened.

He just made me feel new.

Like I used to feel with you.

But it was never about him.

I don't want him.

I-I-I --

I only wanted to remember what we were like

in the beginning.

Then he started texting me all these gifs

and I didn't know how to shut it down.

Is it "gifs" or "jifs"?

- Gifs. - Jifs.

- Gifs. - Jifs.

I tell you I want you constantly.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Maybe...

...she like having secrets, huh?

Maybe, um, she get off on humiliating you?

Hmm? She want you to be her cuck.

No.

I don't, Ezra. Don't listen to her.

She want to take your manhood, Ezra.

Give her what she want.

What?

What?

Cut off your testicles.

-No! -Don't pretend like you care.

Huh?

I do. I do, I -- I love his balls.

Ezra, I love your balls.

If you don't cut them off, Ezra, huh,

I'm going to put a bullet in your girlfriend's head.

I don't want that. Do you?

Maybe...you do?

Maybe it's what she deserves?

I know, let's punish her.

Well, there is redemption in death.

No, please.

Do you love her

more than you do your little yaichkis?

Mm-hmm.

Then do it.

-Okay. -Huh?

Think of it as, uh,

ultimate gift,

sacrifice on the altar of love.

Your balls for this faithless whore.

Don't call her that.

Hmm?

Oh, God.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Ezra, cucumber.

Cucumber.

Hmm?

Are you okay?

-No! -Me neither.

Were you really going to...?

Yeah, I guess I was.

You saved them.

You saved my balls.

Of course I did.

Ezra, I'm so sorry about --

Not now. We gotta get out of here.

Yeah, okay.

Wait, wait.

I don't see her.

It's locked.

So we're locked in?

Yeah.

We need a key.

-Hurry! -I can't find any keys.

What about a phone?

Come on.

No phone.

Is there anyone outside?

I think I see someone.

Come on. Come on.

He's not paying attention.

Make him pay attention.

- Look. - Brynne!

You told me to get his attention.

Is it working?

Not exactly.

-Ezra. -Right, right. Okay.

It looks like 9/11.

No, it doesn't.

Why would anyone write 9/11 on their boobs?

Try again.

Never forget.

This isn't gonna work.

We're trapped in here with that crazy bitch.

I need bigger boobs.

Your boobs are perfect.

There's so many better boobs than mine.

Honestly, I've seen them all.

These are the best ones.

You don't hate me?

I'm hurt.

No,

I'm fucking devastated and humiliated and betrayed.

But one of those stupid articles I read said

that women have emotional affairs at work

because there's something they're missing at home.

So whatever that thing is we're missing,

we'll find it, okay?

What if we can't?

Let's make it out of here alive,

then we'll worry about everything else.

This place has to have a back door, right?

Yeah.

Wait here. Okay?

Wait.

We stay together.

Okay.

Go, go, go.

On the ground.

Please don't kill us.

Why shouldn't I?

Hmm?

We love each other.

Give us another chance to make things work.

We're seriously on the brink of figuring our shit out!

Let's make a deal.

Show me your love.

Convince me of your undying passion.

How?

Make love to your woman.

- Here? - Yes.

I will watch and judge

whether you can make this relationship last.

And then you'll let us go?

If I'm convinced of your love.

But love and sex, they're not the same thing.

You really changed tonight.

Hmm?

Fuck her or you both die.

Okay. Okay.

- Hmm. - Give me a second.

Can you show me your boobs?

- Mm. - Okay.

Something's happening.

This is pathetic.

Come on, baby.

I want you so bad, Ezra.

I need you inside me.

This is the most erotic moment of my life.

Mine too.

So close already.

You said you'd let us go.

Yeah, I did, didn't I?

Is it not better to end now on this perfect moment?

You'll die connected.

You'll never lose what you found here tonight.

I love you.

I love you too.

Why are you doing this? We never did anything to you!

You walked through the door!

That's enough.

Bad.

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad!

Bad.

Bad.

Bad.

Ahh.

So there are other ways to make money?

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I don't normally drink this much.

Maybe that's the problem.

Hey, I didn't want to bring it up,

but your friends in there,

are they the ones who, you know?

Almost got murdered at a happy-ending massage parlor?

Yeah. That's them.

How did they even find a place like that?

Okay, what did we miss?

We learned, uh, Matt wants to retire to Hawaii.

Oh.

Well, now we're really getting to know each other.

Let's pull another card, a juicy one.

I'll go.

What's your wildest sexual fantasy?

Ah.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're so beautiful.

I never want to stop looking at you.

Brynne?

Yeah.

Does this feel good?

Feels great.