It starts like a cliché.
A sexy Japanese girl, a cheap nurse costume, a coy smile — the kind of roleplay you joke about on the way to a love hotel. She laughs at your lines, leans in close, warm breath brushing your ear, whispering promises of a night you’ll never forget. You can’t wait. You pull out your camera.
 
Then the lights go out.
The air turns heavy.
She’s not laughing at your stupid jokes anymore — she’s laughing because she knows something you don’t.
 
The uniform peels away like skin, dark red oozing from beneath. Her face is gone. Or maybe it was never there at all. You can't remember. You can't think.
But in that moment, you understand — she didn’t bring you here for love. She brought you here to feed.

 
Gorgeous and gory collide in this twisted love-hotel fantasy turned nightmare. A vision of allure unravels into something raw, unreal, and unholy — where seduction is just the bait, and you’re the feast. This second shoot with KILLME pushed our creative, physical, and mental limits, and the results are breath-taking. Stay tuned for part b!

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