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We see Tom’s apartment, which is about as empty as his office. Tom and the woman are sitting on a couch in front of a coffee table, drinking wine, as she talks about her struggle with her perceived promiscuity and the anxiety that comes with it. He acts increasingly friendly towards her before offering her a pill, from a prescription bottle, which she accepts without knowing what it is. The conversation continues, and makes it’s way to the terrace where they begin making out. The making out quickly proceeds to sex, which never leaves the terrace. Afterwards they sit there, at a round table, on the terrace. Tom gives the woman a pep talk, explaining that she a human with a heart, and that indiscretion shouldn’t be treated as a flaw but as humanity. He asks her if she’s had enough fun for the night, to which she hesitates a response. Fast forward to two girls and a guy walking through the apartment door. Tom playfully remarks “Who the hell’s this guy”, to which one of the girls respond “What? You can’t have all the fun”. What follows is a playful romp, filled with booze, hallucinogens, masochism, and making out. Tom is shown, on the couch, making out with one of the new girls. This proceeds to sex as the rest of the group watches, the other new girl getting a few contacts in. Fast forward to Tom passed out on the couch, no one else there except a young man who wasn’t there earlier. Tom wakes up to see the man standing across the coffee table from him. “Who the hell are you” Tom asks. ” I’m here to arrange an appointment with you”, the man responds meekly yet not awkwardly. Tom explains to the man that he’ll have to call his office and arrange with his assistant. The man declines this method, stating that they’re already face-to-face. He adds that Tom and himself are due a meeting with one another soon. Tom’s composure turns to aggravated as he shouts “Excuse me? Who the fuck let you in here?”. The man explains that he let himself in, and found out the address himself, as he strolls around the living room.  Tom demands the man to leave, threatening to call the police, to which the man warns that that’d do him no good. Tom then leaps up from the couch, before being calmly asked by the man not to attack him. Tom finally asks the man his name and the man responds, “You can call me Morty”. Tom replies, “I didn’t ask what I could call you, I asked you your name”. The man rebuts, “Well, my name’s Morty then”. Morty continues to peer the limited contents of Tom’s living room, including a PhD in psychology and a couple of bestselling books. Morty continues to the living room where he sees pictures of Tom with others, asking if that’s his family. Tom affirms, leading Morty to ask more about his personal life. Tom expresses his discomfort with Morty’s probing, as Morty steers the conversation to “that girl from your office”. Morty comments on her looks and tells Tom that he would love to meet her. Confused, Tom asks how Morty know her but then just asks him to leave instead, explaining that he must get ready for the morning and can’t talk. As Morty exits he tells Tom that he’ll call the office to set up an appointment. Tom responds with a “Yeah, whatever” and abruptly shut the door on him. Tom remains standing there for a moment, letting out a sigh of relief.

Empty office, only a chaise and desk occupies. At desk sits a man, slouched apathetically. He is dressed sharply, but casually, in a button up, no tie, slacks, and loafers. The nameplate in front of him reads Dr. Thomas Andersen. A woman’s voice speaks. The young woman is shown sitting comfortably on the back end of the chaise. She is slightly leaned back, but still somewhat formal, with her legs crossed. She is wearing reddish summer dress with a design that seems Eastern-inspired. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me”, she says as she she goes into detail about a sexual encounter with a stranger she met at a warehouse techno show. Tom’s demeanor gradually shifts to concern as he listens to the woman’s recount. She describes the man as creepy and vacuous, detailing his sketchy attempt at being subtle about inviting her back to his place. She throws in statements about him seeming chill and deep underneath the surface, as if to justify the affair. She explains to Tom that she has developed a crippling fear to talk to men, because of her promiscuous tendencies. She begins to talk about another tryst she had, not long before that. The story gets particularly raw when Tom cuts her off, saying “I think that’ll do it for tonight session”. He says that he’ll refer her to a psychiatrist for prescription. He offers her a cigarette which she politely refuses. He asks her what she is doing afterwards and then invites her to his apartment for dinner, wine, and to perhaps talk more about her anxieties. She thoughtlessly accepts his seemingly innocent offer. Tom then grabs a jacket, as they exit the office together. As she walks out of the door the woman proclaims, “I gonna freeze out there”. Tom responds “should’ve worn a coat”, to which she replies “Fuck coats”.