A tale of intrigue involving a sex cult.

Chanel Preston narrates her email to Angela White, telling White that after a recent bad relationship, she has decided to participate in "a secret society of people promoting sexual liberation" calling itself Altar of Aphrodite. "I may be putting myself in harm's way," she narrates, as we watch her trying on different sexy outfits. "This letter is just a safety precaution. I hope to come back a changed woman."

When Preston arrives at the place, she finds herself inspected by people in animal masks and told to close her eyes. Chad White comes to her as the animal-masked people watch and they have sex in a lengthy scene that moves to a bathroom, in and out of a shower, before its conclusion. Sated, Preston reclines on the floor and gets a towel over the face. Chloroform. Blackout.

Concerned, White calls Preston and gets voicemail, and then receives an enigmatic email from her: "Hey/Please Help/No cops!" White calls Ryan Ryder, who answers his phone with a jaunty "Who's dead?" They have a history, with danger involved, it seems, and he is Not Interested but she cuts off the call with an abrupt, "You're meeting me."

Ryder tells White a scary tale of disappearing people and police collusion. People who go to the Altar tend to disappear and even when they come back, they disappear again. As Ryder tells the story there's a cut to a scene of Aiden Starr and Codey Steele domming each other while people in animal masks watch.

White searches for the Altar online and starts sending sexy selfies to show her interest. She gets an invitation, but Ryder thinks going is a bad idea. Their argument leads to an anger fuck, and Ryder volunteers to follow her there: "I'll keep my distance, but if too much time goes by I'm going in." White dolls herself up in a lace-up black bustier and goes in as Ryder watches. Blindfolded, she's led to a room with Chad White and Flash Brown, and she sucks and fucks them. After the double facial, she gets the chloroform and wakes up in a small room, facing the animal mask people. One steps forward, unmasks. Chanel Preston. She smiles enigmatically. Blackout.

An accolade-worthy offering of eyecatching visual storytelling.