1.)

 (The interior of Margot's boudoir as last page, with naked Vitus and Margot relaxing in the dark. They are artfully arranged
to avoid the naughty bits being depicted. The last traces of weed smoke fade. They have their heads at opposite ends of the bed
and are touching each other's legs casually. Margot smiles slyly.)

VITUS: ... There's also the va va voom factor. Don't discount your sisters.

MARGOT: I don't. They're mondo, baby, I'm sure...

VITUS: Right. Okay...

2.)

(Closer look of Vitus being sultry.)

VITUS: You have me on the ropes here, quite expertly. What's your line, Margot Bianca?

3.)

(The view over Vitus's shoulder, Margot feigning a sensitive expression while looking down and away in sheistiness.)

MARGOT: Still astute. You're no lightweight, Vitus.

VITUS: Dope doesn't work on us so well.

MARGOT: Aw...

4.)

(Margot pressing a little closer to Vitus, looking coy but vampish.)

MARGOT: I'm a psych major, and you are one hell of a find.

5.)

(Vitus reaction shot, leaning back and feeling mild pride.)

VITUS: Scientific curiosity?

MARGOT: And erotic, of course.

VITUS: Of course.

6.)

(The view over Margot's shoulder, with Vitus turning aside in hurt feels.)

VITUS: Wait. I'm an erotic curiosity?

MARGOT: Does that bother you?

VITUS: It seems it does.

7.)

(Closer view of Margot's face, cocking an eyebrow and grinning with acid sass.)

MARGOT: Surely you did not expect a more romantic feeling of such an easy lay.

8.)

(Vitus's reaction shot, looking like a pathetic baby man.)

VITUS: I suppose.

MARGOT: Wouldn't it be dreadful if I was infatuated? A light snack in love with you?

9.)

(Margot looks nonchalant while Vitus is annoyed, pointing the finger of j'accuse.)

VITUS: Enough distractions! I've been trying to formulate this thought for... dozens of minutes.

MARGOT: By all means, proceed.

10.)

(Vitus's face, tight-lipped and totally peeved.)

VITUS: How did you know?

MARGOT: You'll regret making love to me.

VITUS: I already do.

11.)

(Margot looks sensitive, Vitus disgusted and turning away.)

MARGOT: It's creepy.

VITUS: I'm sure.

MARGOT: I witnessed you vamping it up when I was a child.

VITUS: Eegh... Oh man.

12.)

(A more top-down look at the lovers, both relaxing after the awkwardness, though Vitus still looks mildly concerned.)

VITUS: But how?

MARGOT: Please. You're not that slick. At any rate, it only feels odd. It shouldn't. We're both adults now.

VITUS: Psychological.

MARGOT: Can we try to have a love affair, then?

VITUS: If you insist.