On a Thursday evening Blacktress and her British friend, Ann are waiting in line amongst film snobs and film students for a free screening of the new art house indie, Red Romance.
“Its getting a lot of Oscar buzz and I hear the performances are impeccable, ” they overhear the woman in front of them explain to her husband.
Blacktress and Ann are seemingly there to enjoy high art, but are actually there for the much publicized down and dirty sex scenes.
“I hear the lead girl gets head for ten minutes. In real time.” Blacktress explains to Ann.
“Oooooh! Lovely,” she responds. Her proper English accent warms over with a smoldering breathiness.
“What would respectable single girls do without kinky, art films?”