Tourist Trapped

CUT TO: Amanda (Athena Faris) huddled in the shadowed backseat of a battered cab, eyes wide with raw thrill, devouring the alien streets through fogged glass, a hushed 'fuck' slipping from her lips. Tires screech to a halt in a dingy alley. She spills out with her battered suitcase, but the driver snarls in guttural tongue, fists clenched. Words clash like knives—Amanda's English fracturing against his rage. Enter Josef (Steve Holmes), a hulking local with a predator's grin, stepping from the gloom to bark translations, easing the standoff. Her rented hideout? It's his turf. 'Booking? Never saw it,' he growls, eyes raking her curves. Stranded, she bites her lip—his offer hangs heavy: crash here, but he's staying too, the air thick with unspoken heat. CUT TO TITLE Days bleed into sultry haze. Amanda emerges from the steam-choked shower, skin glistening, rivulets tracing her taut body. She gropes for a towel—nothing. 'Swear it was there,' she mutters, voice edged with unease. Chilled gooseflesh prickles as she clutches herself, cracking the door to the dim hall. 'Josef? Towel?' Her plea echoes, vulnerable. He materializes like a ghost, towel dangling from thick fingers. Through the sliver, he feeds it to her, her nude form a teasing shadow behind scarred wood. His gaze burns, lips curling. 'No shame in flesh here, girl—in my land, we bare it all, raw and unbowed.' She snatches it, heart hammering, the door slamming shut on his lingering stare, her breath ragged with forbidden spark.