I’m adding something smooth that I used to tighten up my game on my newest Asian thrall. DARK GIFT – EPISODE 2: “The Quiet Flame” Written by [Your Name] Runtime: ~45 mins FADE IN: EXT. MACON, GEORGIA – NIGHT The camera glides across a moonlit field. Crickets hum in the distance. The air is thick with humidity and tension. We see a black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked beneath a massive magnolia tree, its petals raining slowly like soft snow. Inside, KEVIN DERRICK GENTRY a.k.a. BOSS HOGG MACARONI sits in the backseat, dressed in a silk vest, gold rings glinting against the soft red interior. Across from him, CUTIENONG sits—delicate, otherworldly. Her petite frame in a black lace bodysuit and silk robe, tattoos like whispered secrets across her thighs and collarbones. She keeps her eyes lowered—respectful, obedient, and deeply still. KEVIN (V.O.) People mistake silence for submission. But the quiet ones… they hold storms you’ll never see coming. Kevin reaches forward, brushing a single strand of hair from her cheek. KEVIN (soft, slow) Are you ready for the next step? CUTIENONG (almost a whisper) Yes, Daddy. INT. BOSS HOGG’S ATLANTA ESTATE – NIGHT A private ceremony is being held. Candles line the walls. Silk ropes, red velvet, leather collars. Everything arranged like a ritual altar. SASHA and ZARA, Kevin’s longtime submissives, look on approvingly. They’re dressed in matching black lingerie, symbols of their senior status in the house. Cutienong stands in the center of a circle of white roses and dark wine. She’s barefoot, eyes down, chest rising and falling rapidly. Kevin stands behind her, placing a custom vampire collar around her neck—a mix of BDSM submission and supernatural binding. KEVIN This collar does not cage you. It crowns you. He leans in, whispering against her ear. KEVIN You are mine now… forever. Not because you’re weak. But because you chose this. Cutienong’s lips part, a slow smile blooming. CUTIENONG (whispers) Forever, Daddy.