Lesbian actress

### **PREMIERE NIGHT: THE "TRUE LOVE" RE IMAGINING**

Starring: Emily Vance & Sarah Jenkins

Genre: Erotic/Public Service/Romance

The theater is packed with men, the air thick with the scent of popcorn, expensive bourbon, and palpable, predatory anticipation. On the massive IMAX screen, the opening credits roll. It’s the same beautiful, sweeping cinematography from Emily's award winning film, Whispers in the Garden, but the music has changed from a soft cello to a heavy, driving, rhythmic bassline that pulses like a heartbeat.

The scene opens on the two actresses in a sun drenched meadow. In the original film, they had shared a tender, soul searching kiss. In this version, they are dressed in nothing but sheer, rainbow colored lace that leaves their breasts and pussies almost entirely exposed to the camera.

Emily, the nation's sweetheart, looks into the camera with a wide, vacant, "loving" smile. She looks radiant, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and expensive oils. Beside her, Sarah her former co star and supposed "lover" is already on her knees, her eyes glazed with the same practiced, mindless joy.

"Oh, Sarah!" Emily chirps, her voice airy and sweet, as if she’s reciting a line from a fairy tale. "The garden is so... um... full of life today! It makes me want to... um... share our love with everyone!"

The "romance" quickly dissolves into the "True Version." The film is a five hour epic of systematic degradation. The "plot" is non existent; it is a continuous, choreographed sequence of the two women being "honored" by a rotating cast of male actors.

The camera lingers on the most visceral details: the way Emily’s heavy tits bounce with every rhythmic thrust, the sight of her pussy being stretched and filled by a dozen different men, and the way she and Sarah take turns being used, their bodies becoming a communal playground. They don't fight; they don't even seem to realize they are being used as mere objects. Instead, they giggle, they preen, and they offer "lesbian" platitudes between bouts of intense, messy sex.

"It's so... um... liberating!" Emily gasps during a particularly heavy segment, her head lolling back as a man hammers into her from behind. She looks directly into the lens, her face flushed and her eyes rolling back. "To be so... um... open to the masculine spirit! It's the ultimate... um... romantic gesture! "

The audience in the theater erupts in cheers and whistles. To them, this isn't the destruction of art it's the perfection of it. They see two beautiful women, the icons of a "dying" lifestyle, finally being "corrected" and "fulfilled" by the men they were always meant to serve.