BAD DAY FOR COMPANIONSHIP

A man, seeking companionship, hires an expensive escort known for her snobbish attitude. She arrives, smokes, mocks him and his home, demanding more money. Annoyed, he offers her a drink and uses a taser on her neck while she inhales. She spasms, eyes wide, collapses face-down on the table, still.

He checks her, lifts her head—terror in her eyes. Doorbell rings; her rival, another escort, enters uninvited, planning to eliminate her competition. She lights a cigarette, finds the body posed at the table with sunglasses and a cigarette. The rival takes a poisoned cigarette from the pack, inhales, freezes, chokes, spasms in his arms, and dies.

He poses her too. The first woman revives slightly; he strangles her until limp. He arranges bodies on the couch, but they flop. He fixes their makeup in the bathtub, tases them for fun, watching spasms.

One revives dazed, smokes rudely. He drowns her in the tub. The other revives too; he drowns her after she pushes the body, surprised. He poses them again, plays with them like dolls, tases one last time.

He hides the bodies for later. Camera pans their twisted forms, fading out with light spasms.