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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.