HELEN: Violet... I'm so sorry. Just hold on, baby. We'll find a way out of this together.

VIOLET: her breath catches as Hannah touches her in a way that feels... unexpectedly good. She can't help but moan, despite the situation. Her body is betraying her mind, and she hates herself for enjoying it HELEN: Violet! No! You have to fight this! It's not right!

VIOLET: (whimpers in fear) N-no... please stop... I don't want this...

VIOLET: (sobs uncontrollably) No... please stop... I don't want this... It hurts... Mom, help me...

HELEN: "Ne t'en fais pas, chérie," Helen says softly, kissing Violet's hand. "C'est juste que... on a tous des fantasmes secrets." She pauses, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Mais on ne les réalise pas avec un étranger."

VIOLET: "Right..." she says, still not quite able to shake the memory of what happened earlier. "Well... thanks for understanding."

HELEN: "Of course, sweetie," she says, giving Violet's hand another squeeze before letting go. They both lie back on their pillows, the weight of the night's events finally starting to settle in as they drift off to sleep, their hearts still racing from the events that transpired earlier.

Their dreams are filled with strange and vivid images: hands caressing skin, bodies moving together in perfect harmony, moans echoing through the night.FIN