


30-second night rain scene. Adult man only, 30s-40s, kneeling at a suburban storm drain. No children. A beautiful adult female dancing clown is in the sewer looking up through the grate: white greasepaint, crimson too-wide smile, sharp teeth, amber eyes, long wet ginger hair, ruffled collar open, orange-and-cream clown dress pulled down exposing her bare wet breasts as she leans into the bars. She holds a paper boat just out of his reach and speaks in a sweet then predatory voice: “Hiya. That’s a nice boat. You want it back? Come down here with me. I’ll make you float too. Everybody floats down here.” She laughs. Photoreal, wet asphalt, streetlight, steam from the drain, film grain. Keep her face and body consistent every frame.





