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INT. LOCATION UNKNOWN -- NIGHT
A dark, empty room illuminated by the bright glow of an open laptop on a desk. The laptop is open to an escort service website. An email notification pops up on the screen.
INT. HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT
A bright light bounces off the mirror floor of a high-end sex hotel room. The entire room is either mirrored, chrome, or silver. It is an interior design nightmare.
The room is large and is divided into three distinct sections. There are pristine white shag rugs under many of the larger furniture pieces to minimize their shifting and sliding.
On glass coffee table where a brand new set of sex dice has been recently played with and two wine glasses, one with a the bright red outline of a woman's lips.
A white calling card with a red silhouette of Cupid falls into a pool of dark, sticky blood that has collected onto the mirror floor and seeped into the edge of the bed's white shag carpeting.
INT. LOFT CONDOMINIUM -- DAY -- ONE WEEK LATER
A man is lying next to the loft's floor length, East-facing windows. A slight breeze flutters the floor length curtains that provide the slightest bit of privacy from the outside world.
A fossilized megalodon shark tooth has been forced into the man's eye. He is bloated and flies buzz around his body, further facilitating the decomposition process.
Next to the man is a white calling card with a Cupid on it. The card has been nearly destroyed by blood and decomposing sludge it has inadvertently absorbed.
On the side table next to the man is an overturned water pipe. Bong water has spilled onto the loft's finished concrete floor. He appears to have been incapacitated when he was killed.
INT. A STUDIO APARTMENT -- DAY
Makeup sits perfectly arranged on an antique vanity. A cigarette delicately burns in a crystal ashtray that has been haphazardly placed on the vanity.
Across the room, on top of a black dresser, is an open clutch with a black and gold tube lipstick, a gold compact, and a stack of Cupid cards slightly cascading out.
