Gray Area

In the dim haze of a rundown cafe, Scarlet (Dixie Lynn) hustles as a barista, her eyes glued to the stage where college hotshot Gray (Tyler Nixon) strums his guitar during open mic night. She whispers to coworker Charlene about her crush on this brooding performer who packs the joint every time. Gray wraps his set, coiling cables with a cocky smirk. Scarlet rushes him as he steps down, breathless, praising his raw talent that sets her pulse racing. He scans her tight uniform, lips curling in hungry approval. Bullshitting smoothly, he boasts of his debut album, secret collabs with big shots, and endless gigs lining up. She laps it up, hooked on his dangerous charm. 'Shift over?' he purrs. 'Ends now,' she admits, thighs clenching. He lures her to his loft nearby for a 'private listen' to his latest track, promising a signed copy. She wavers, but his insistent gaze seals it. Untying her apron, she bids Charlene goodnight; the older woman forces a grin, but worry shadows her face as Scarlet slips out with this slick stranger. CUT TO TITLE. Minutes later, they push into Gray's squalid loft—a grimy pit of scattered gear and flickering neon—but Scarlet's too blinded by lustful awe to care, her body already aching for the forbidden plunge.