Fashionistas - Lost

Rocco crashes through the city like a storm breaking windows. Antonio's back on another fucking ride—designing until dawn, money bleeding, thoughts splitting open. Emma waits in the dark loft wearing nothing but straps that barely hold. She's talking to Naomi through the phone screen, hands everywhere, breathing hard. On the other end Naomi sinks her fingers in deep, hungry, waiting. She sees it all. Emma bent over fabric. Rocco ripping ideas apart like clothes he hates. A drone spins above, quiet predator, lenses drinking the room. Naomi on her bed still watches her girlfriend fuck, fingers moving faster now. Then Emma loses control. What was supposed to be clothing turns cruel. Alarms in the walls. Naomi lets the drone pull her into the night. She finds them wrecked and still burning. One look and she's inside it—bodies tangled, heat rising, no safe exits left.