The episode opens with [Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22], seated in the confession room.
“Hello there, fancy running into you again,” she jokes, her smile soft and playful. Holding up her camera she sighs and shakes her head. “Would you believe I have left this packed safely away the whole week!”
--Cut-- to footage of Harper drifting around the hotel, photographing the environment. Moving to a cluster of trees that occupy the hotel’s green space, she zooms in on a branch with some nice shadowing and snaps a few pics. Harper in voiceover: “I have spent the last six months hiding behind this camera. Hardly speaking to others, avoiding just about everything because no one talks to the photographer.”
Nearby, [Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] is draped over the back of a carousel horse, fidgeting with a bracelet she is wearing. The woman appears subdued, muted. When she smiles, her expression is placid. "Oh, hey Harper.”
Harper moves to join her at the unicorn. She lifts her camera to her eye, focusing on Leera and snapping a pic. “Do you mind?”
Harper in voiceover: ”Do you know what I would be doing right this second if at home? Nothing. Maybe I would be taking pictures of someone, more people living and thriving in a world I detached myself from.”
Leera grins back at her. "No not at all, go for it lovey." Draped across the unicorn she attempts to strike a pose. "’Paint me like your French girls’, I think is the quote that comes to mind?"
Harper snorts, then seems to disappear into her work. Moving in closer, she gently places her fingers to lift Leera’s chin, then repositioned a limb for better framing. “How are you feeling today?” She asks.
"Soooo much better.” Leera stretches her vowels for emphasis, weathering Harper’s grooming easily. “The meds are definitely helping.”
Harper in voiceover: “I want to be a part of that. I want to be WITH them. Somemore than others.”
--Cut-- to footage of [Gabriel, Exotic Dancer, 21] standing in the kitchen. He’s eating a sandwich, while [Harper Moore - Freelance Photographer, 22] and [Leera 'Neo' Boudreaux - DJ, 26] fix more nearby.
“You do seem like the domestic type,” Gabriel observes. “Cooking, scrubbing... Why don't I take you over my knee? Turn your butt as red as those tomatoes?"
Harper turns to face him, her face flushed red. "I have never been spanked before... would you go gentle for the first time, at least?" She asks.
Not missing a beat, Gabe leaned in and then leans in. "I might, if you were a good girl for me," he coos.
"I could get a wooden spoon?" Harper seems to hesitate, popping a chunk of tomato into her mouth before responding. "I’m always good."
[John ‘Tripod’ North, Lumberjack, 29] walked into the room, damp from a shower and adjusting the buckle on his jeans.
“Hello everyone, just came in to get myself something to eat.” He pauses to grope Leera from behind on his way by. “Just gonna try and squeeze by here, don’t mind me,” he said, both hands resting on the DJ’s breasts.
“Is someone doing butt stuff?” Gabe laughs. "Harper's agreed to a little date with me, nothing special."
"Well I am going to take my food, eat it in Jack's bed and blame it on someone else. You all have a great night!" Food in hand, he turned and marched right back out of the room leaving a fuming Leera in his wake.
“Okay I don’t care,” Leera snaps. “Money, show or not. If you don’t really like me, don't know me I ain't groping, molesting, fucking anyone.”
Harper turns to face her, mouth hanging open.
The young DJ continues on her tirade. “No more of this nonsense willy nilly. Cause I am not meat and neither are any of you." She turned to storm out of the room.
"Woah!" Gabe exclaims, shocked by Leera’s outburst. "Girl, you need to get some better men in your life," he tsks, slapping a pair of spoons lightly against his open palm. “Anyways. Harper?”
The two are seen walking out of the kitchen and off screen. The camera remains fixed on the vacant space, and eventually viewers hear the sound of a wooden spoon connecting with something plush in the neighbouring room. Each soft ‘thwack’ is accompanied by a mousey squeak.
