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VIOLET:

Curious? That's funny, I'm feeling

a bit curious myself right now.

Violet notices the tattoo on Corky's arm.

VIOLET:

That's a great tattoo.

She reaches over and touches it.

VIOLET:

Beautiful labrys.

Corky is a bit suprised that she knows what it is. She nods,

rubbing it as if trying to hide it.

VIOLET:

Are you surprised that I know what

it is?

CORKY:

Maybe.

VIOLET:

I have a tattoo, would you like to

see it?

She moves closer, sliding over the leather cushions as she

opens the front of her dress.

VIOLET:

A woman in upstate New York did it

for me.

She is not wearing a bra.

VIOLET:

Here. Do you like it?

Set against the soft white skin of her breast is a bright

green-stemmed violet.

VIOLET:

It took her all day to do it. She

promised me it wouldn't hurt, but it

was sore for a long time after. I

couldn't even touch it.

Corky looks up from Violet's breast to her dark eyes.

VIOLET:

But now I love the way it feels.

She runs her fingers softly over the slightly scarred skin.

VIOLET:

Here, touch it.

Corky feels the blood pounding in her ears as Violet takes

her hand and places it on her breast.

CORKY:

What are you doing?

Violet looks at her.

VIOLET:

Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to

seduce you.

CORKY:

Why?

VIOLET:

Because I want to. I've wanted to

since I first saw you in the elevator.

Corky watches her, trying to figure her out even as her thumb

presses into Violet's nipple.

Inhaling sharply, Violet closes her eyes; she can feel Corky

staring at her.

VIOLET:

You don't believe me. But I can

prove it to you.

She takes Corky's wrist and begins pulling her hand down her

body.

VIOLET:

You can't believe me because of what

you see ...

She forces Corky's hand between her legs, up under her dress.

VIOLET:

But you can believe what you feel.

Violet opens her eyes, a wanton smile on her lips.

VIOLET:

You see ... I've been thinking about

you all day.

Corky's forearm flexes and Violet moans.

With both hands, Violet takes hold of Corky's forearm.

CORKY:

You planned this whole thing?

Violet's head swims; she is unable to breathe.

CORKY:

You dropped that earring down the

drain on purpose, didn't you?

VIOLET:

If I say yes, will you take your

hand away?

CORKY:

No.

VIOLET:

... yes.

Now it is Corky who smiles.

Violet shivers, her thighs rubbing, her hips thrusting against

Corky's hand.

VIOLET:

Please, Corky ... please ...

Her eyes barely open.

VIOLET:

... kiss me.

In a single motion, Corky takes hold of the back of her neck

and covers Violet's open mouth with her own.

With her hand still stuffed between Violet's legs, Corky

lays her back onto the couch as the kiss becomes more --

More desperate, more hungry until --

We hear the front door unlock and open.

CAESAR:

Violet?

Violet's eyes pop open and she pushes Corky back.

CAESAR:

Violet, you home?

They scramble to compose themselves.

VIOLET:

Yeah. In here, C.

He comes around the corner and in the dim light sees the two

figures sitting close on the couch.

CAESAR:

What's this?

He mistakes Corky for a man.

CAESAR:

What the f*** is this?

Violet stands as Caesar barrels toward the couch.

VIOLET:

I didn't expect --

CAESAR:

What the f*** is going on?

Corky stands and turns, Caesar suddenly realizing that she

is a woman.

CAESAR:

Oh, sh*t ...

VIOLET:

Caesar, this is Corky. Corky, Caesar.

CAESAR:

I'm sorry, Christ, I thought ...

it's f***ing dark in here.

He reaches to the wall for the lights.

VIOLET:

She is working for Bianchinni.

Caesar extends his hand.

CAESAR:

Oh, right, right. Don mentioned

that to me. Hi, welcome to the

family.

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