The Customer's Always Right

In the dim glow of a sprawling mansion, sharp-tongued realtor Maureen—Osa Lovely—ushers in slick buyer John, played by Tommy Pistol, her voice dripping honey over crown moldings, sun-drenched windows, and fresh-laid tiles. His gaze ignites, devouring every shadowed corner. CUT TO TITLE. He purrs about a soundproof den for his kid's pounding drums. She guides him to a sealed chamber, but the door snaps shut, trapping her in suffocating silence. Heart hammering, she claws at the wood, screams ripping from her throat—no echo, no mercy. John finally twists the lock, smirking that it was a slip, her cries lost to the void. Suspicion coils in her gut like smoke; she bolts for the exit, but he snarls—ditch the deal unless she bends to his filthy whims. Sale-starved, she yields. The customer's always right, in this twisted game of power and surrender.