Four scenes with a decidedly creepy edge.

After Ryan Madison dons the creepiest clown makeup and costume ever, he spies picture-of-innocence Lilly Ford giggling while she plays hopscotch in a little-girl dress. He lures her away with candy (!) and a music box with a dancing clown. He walks up to her with a handful of balloons and then leads her away to a bedroom where he undresses her as she obliviously sucks on a lollipop. His greasepaint beard comes off on her back when he kisses her. When she starts to suck his cock her tongue stud is revealed, lowering the creepy factor substantially. Okay, a little. The scene unfolds in natural light through a window, blending creepy elements (He puts her panties on himself in mid-blowjob, poking his erect cock out through a leg hole as she giggles) with just enough it's-just-play-acting elements (her tongue stud, her navel piercing, the glittering piercings at her hip, the bikini tan lines) to make it disturbing but not over the line. As the scene continues the façades drop and it becomes a consenting-adults encounter between a young woman and an older guy with clown makeup. With an edge. 

In a park, Alex Grey plays with her fashion dolls, colors in a coloring book and drinks from a juice box before getting in her car and driving off. She heads home and opens a music box with a twirling ballerina—and doll heads with little tape gags—as the camera pulls back to show Madison bound to a bed. She teasingly strips, opens his pants, sucks his cock. She pushes her pussy into his face before unhooking his hands for his full participation. In the post-fuck afterglow he binds her to the bed.

Ivy Aura inspects herself in a broken mirror, stripping down as hard rock guitar plays. She dons a black bodysuit and knee-high boots and lies down on a black-sheeted bed, playing with a music box as Ryan Madison enters, dressed in black, natch. Their passionate scene foregoes the creepiness for the Goth atmospheric vibe.

The last scene ratchets the creepiness back up with a murder, followed by the seduction of the murdered man's daughter—all implied, but there nonetheless. There is a lot of handheld camerawork in this scene, along with callbacks to the music box props in the other scenes, and the post-fuck end is downright chilling.

Recommended, especially for veteran consumers.