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Everything's in order with your consent form, Ophelia.

I'm happy you checked into my wellness center.

It must not have been easy.

I knew I had to.

It just took me a while to realize it.

How do you feel?

Exhausted.

That's to be expected.

The first 72 hours of my program are going to be the most challenging.

No sleep, and for you, no sex.

It's important we create an optimal environment for lucid, erotic dreams.

I think you're ready.

Ready?

You mean to sleep?

To dream, Ophelia.

We need to get to the root of your nymphomania.

But first, take a look at your surroundings.

Remember where you are.

My office.

In the wellness center.

Use these visuals as an anchor, because dreaming can sometimes feel more than

vivid.

I understand.

What do I do now?

Just lie back, close your eyes, and the rest will take care of itself.

You don't need to be scared, Ophelia.

We've been expecting you.

You're very brave, Ophelia.

Brave?

Yeah.

For checking yourself in here voluntarily.

You know, Dr. Bloom has been eager to start your therapy.

Let me take you to your room.

Room?

Maybe I should call home first to say I arrived safely.

No phone calls, Ophelia.

You remember signing that consent form, don't you?

We did read it carefully.

I did.

Let's find out what really makes Ophelia tick.

Am I alone?

For now.

Dr. Bloom thinks it's best that you remain undisturbed.

Given your history.

You know, temptation comes in too many forms.

When will Dr. Bloom see me?

Get dressed, Ophelia.

I'll come back for your clothes.

You have everything you need in this room.

Is something wrong?

Most open the bag first.

Did I do something wrong?

There is no wrong or right.

It's just peculiar, that's all.

Eat your food quickly.

Dr. Bloom will see you soon.

Dr. Bloom is ready for you, Ophelia.

The bag.

There was a bag on the bed with three masks.

Where did it go?

It was right there.

You should have eaten some of your food, Ophelia.

You're going to need to keep your strength up.

You won't tell Dr. Bloom, will you?

Oh, Ophelia, have a seat.

Is your room to your liking?

Yes, it's comfortable.

Ophelia the nymphomaniac.

You know, most people would want to know your past.

People you've fucked.

The when, the where, the why.

But let me ask you this.

Why do you think you need to be cured?

The reasons seem obvious to me.

My fiancé left me.

My family disowned me.

My friends abandoned me.

Changing my nature is the only way to regain what I've lost.

The way you speak, Ophelia, is telling.

abandoned me, left me.

These are all things that have been done to you.

I'd like to play a little thought experiment, if I may.

Oops.

Wrong again.

Where did you get them?

Did they frighten you?

No, they just look familiar, that's all.

Ophelia, I want you to look at these masks.

I want you to choose the one that you feel most represents you.

I want you to hold it in your hand and tell me why you chose it.

I see a blank canvas.

I see an unwritten stone.

But I'm afraid that's what I want to see.

I'm afraid I should have chosen the black mask or the red.

I actually wanted to choose the red one.

Lust.

Passion.

Pain.

Isn't that what it symbolizes?

Well, who's to say what it means?

Who's to say that we should agree?

What do you think of Clarence?

Why do you ask?

I can tell he had an effect on you in the hallway.

He is the only man that works at my wellness center.

Do you want to fuck him?

What?

I mean, let's face it.

Clarence, he's well -proportioned.

The Bureau.

And you have the perfect opportunity to satisfy your cravings temporarily.

I know you're trying to trick me into temporary satisfaction.

It's a black hole.

This is a test.

Have you ever rolled dice, Ophelia?

So now this is some kind of game?

Shouldn't we be talking about my...

about the root of all this?

I came here to get better, not to roll dice.

Ophelia, I want you to imagine this poison.

Now, if you roll a seven, you have to take the bell.

If you roll any other number, you get to fuck Clarence.

Free of guilt.

Would you take the odds?

I don't like this thought experiment.

Who said this was part of the experiment?

Roll the dice.

The odds are overwhelmingly in your favor.

You should have listened to your intuition and not played the game.

Recovery? It's a process.

Not a game of chance.

It's about endurance.

Now go back to your room.

Evil is alive.

Evil is alive.

Evil is alive.

Evil is alive.

Evil is alive.

Find the forbidden and discover desire.

Who are you? Who the fuck are you?

I know you rolled a seven, Ophelia.

I'm here to help you get what you want.

What are you talking about?

Playing a game of dice makes the expected seem unexpected, doesn't it,

Don't worry.

Seven can be a lucky number.

fuck is she? You've made quite the mess, Ophelia.

What's going on? There was a woman in here.

I saw her.

She knew about the dice and the number seven.

Just don't sleep, Ophelia.

You need your rest.

That's strike one, Ophelia.

Next time I'm going to call Dr.

Bloom.

You're here for Clarence, aren't you?

I don't know.

It's okay.

I'm not here to judge.

You must have seen the pictures of him.

I don't understand why Dr. Bloom showed them to me.

Is it a test?

What did you do when you saw the pictures?

I looked at them.

But I think you want to know what happened after.

Thank you.

I heard you rolled a seven, Ophelia.

What do you want?

Take out of here, God.

Wow.

That's right. Uh...

Mm -hmm.

Mm

-hmm.

Mm

-hmm.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, put that in.

My...