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A woman with light brown hair and gold hoop earrings stands bare-chested on dark grass at night, white fluid streaked across her face, neck and chest, a stemless glass held in her right hand at chest height. Two hands frame her from either side, each holding a penis toward her chin. At first she looks straight into the lens, lips set, eyes flat, the fluid glistening. Then the man on the right leans in and says, low and close: "do you swallow it?" She turns her head away to the left and shakes it once in a clear no. Then she says, low and flat: "I can't." Finally she lifts her left hand, palm out, in a stop gesture, and holds it there. The camera holds a locked medium close-up, no push in, no zoom, no handheld, the woman centered with the two figures framing her edges. A single frontal source lights her face against a black night field, the grass only faintly visible at the bottom of the frame. Audio: a low outdoor night bed with soft wind, the two spoken lines exactly as written and placed on the beats, a wet drip sound as the fluid falls, only ambient room tone otherwise, no music.