


Location: a dimly lit bedroom during the evening, where the fading twilight outside the window creates deep shadows, and the only light comes from a distant streetlamp casting a pale, cold glow across the rumpled, sweat-stained mattress and the scattered pile of cash Position: Cleo Foster lies motionless on her back amidst the messy bedding, her body sprawled between two men as she stares blankly at the ceiling with a dazed aftershock expression, her green eyes unfocused and her lips parted in shallow, rhythmic gasps while her manicured nails remain dug into the fabric of the mattress; a medium shot Clothing: Cleo Foster is wearing a tight black lace camisole that is now disheveled and stained, a short denim skirt pushed up around her waist, and her messy blonde shoulder-length hair is spread wide across the pillow






