Priscila looks like that kind of girl you see on some glossy cover in a supermarket, all sparkle and fake smiles, but here she’s stuck in this weird mix of glamour and trash where every “opportunity” has a hand on her ass. The whole thing plays out like a horny fashion documentary that got corrupted by Pornhub comments. You start with this almost innocent vibe, just a young model trying to climb up, basic shoots, awkward poses, her checking herself in the mirror and clearly not sure if she’s actually hot or just pretending. Then suddenly the camera is way too close, the guy behind it is breathing heavier than needed, and you realize the photoshoot is basically just an excuse to get her clothes off piece by piece while he keeps saying “more natural, more relaxed” and his fingers are absolutely not staying where they should.

What really hit me is how much they lean into that slow corruption thing. She doesn’t just wake up slutty. At first she’s flinching when the photographer’s hand lingers too long on her hip, pulling away when the makeup artist “fixes” her bra and clearly grabs a full feel. But she still stands there. She needs the job, right? They use that constantly. You get these small scenes where she’s alone, phone in hand, scrolling through Insta, looking at other models who already sold their soul, and you can tell she’s thinking “maybe I should just do it too.” When she starts touching herself in the shower after a rough day, it’s not some big porn climax, more like frustrated, confused, kinda angry masturbation. She keeps replaying those groping moments in her head and hates that they turn her on. That part felt way too real. Also, side note, whoever picked the soundtrack has good taste. There’s this one track that has little chip-style arps hiding under a heavy beat, like a retro game trying to breathe under a pile of lube. I left that loop running in the background while I was answering emails in Gmail, not even touching the game, just vibing. Then went back, and she was busy on her knees making the “director’s cut” of her contract real.

The director is the worst and also the most fun to watch. Classic “I’ll make you a star” creep, surrounded by assistants who pretend they don’t see anything. He never comes out and says “suck me or you’re fired”, it’s more like “we can do something more… intimate for the next role” while his hand slides over her thigh and she half pulls away, half freezes. At some point he gets her into this “private audition” where he keeps the camera rolling while he pushes her into a blowjob, and the game really lingers on her hesitation. Mouth opens a bit, she closes it, looks up, cheeks already red, his hand pressing the back of her head just enough to show there’s no real choice. Later on, when she’s already more broken in, you get a completely different vibe: same room, now she’s the one unzipping his pants, almost annoyed if he tries to talk about the “art” of it. That flip from scared girl to “whatever, just cum so we can shoot the next scene” is nasty in a good way. And it doesn’t stop at one-on-one stuff either. There’s a group session with multiple guys from the agency, “celebrating” her new campaign, glasses of champagne and a couch that definitely wasn’t bought for sitting. Watching her go from uncomfortable in the middle of the circle to riding one cock while another guy uses her mouth, all while some jealous female model pretends to fix the lighting and ends up grabbing her tits from behind, is the kind of sleazy cinema that makes you feel slightly dirty opening Reddit afterwards. The animations themselves are sometimes stiff as hell and then suddenly you get this perfect little loop of her fingers working her clit in the dressing room while she’s listening to the director’s voice messages and biting her lip, and you forget to care that her hair clips keep clipping through her head. It’s messy, horny, a bit cruel, and for some reason the way her stockings sit slightly uneven in one scene annoyed me and I kept staring at it more than at the actual sex, but anyway.