Rose Cardin, a Frenchwoman exiled in Los Angeles, juggles her job at a convenience store with her role as a dancer in a private club. In this city where anything can happen, she catches the attention of an enigmatic client known for his absolute discretion. Hidden behind a mask and an impenetrable mystery, he demands private performances at his home in a dark, secret room, away from prying eyes.
Persuaded by her boss, Rose agrees. But each meeting comes with a strange tension: the man's silence, his piercing gaze, the way he orchestrates every detail of their encounters... Gradually, she is drawn into this universe, both alluring and unsettling.
As the nights pass and her mysterious client's demands intensify, Rose begins to ask herself questions: Why so many precautions? What secret lies behind the mask? And most importantly, what does she represent to him?
In this city where fame and loneliness intertwine, Rose must navigate between the light of her aspirations and the shadow of her own desires to uncover the truth. But some secrets are perhaps better left undiscovered...
(This story is very cheesy)
For Mature Audience.
1987
Calabasas, California
She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted.
"Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words.
"Nice?"
Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed.
"No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question."
"It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself.
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