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Someone flicks the light switch so that dazzling, isolating streaks fill the room, catching on the windows and the mirror. The man checks his reflection in the mirror again, scrutinising every flaw he finds and trying to fix it.
A silhouette appears at the doorway, heavily emphasised. From the blue backlight she walks forward, heels clicking on the floor. She comes into view; blonde curls tumbling to her waist, offset on her black dress, fitted to a corseted figure. He closes his eyes.
Slowly, deliberately, considering every step, every angle her body makes, she leans in and kisses him.
“Cut!”
A silhouette appears at the doorway, heavily emphasised. From the blue backlight she walks forward, heels clicking on the floor. She comes into view; blonde curls tumbling to her waist, offset on her black dress, fitted to a corseted figure. He closes his eyes.
Slowly, deliberately, considering every step, every angle her body makes, she leans in and kisses him.
“Cut!”