A slow drone flight over a bucolic pastoral town is freeze-framed with a giant titles STOP and QUELQUES JOURS PLUS TOT ["A few days ago," thanks, Google] and a quick rewind through several disjointed shots leading to Claudia Kardinal and Mya Lorenn sitting in a dim bar matching the credit cards and watches they seem to have stolen. Bartender Lorenzo Viota walks over with some vodka and the three chat, after which Kardinal and Lorenn decide to up their con game.

Soon, business-suited Kardinal is showing Anto Toto through a luxurious house—which looks remarkably like a familiar location house in the Valley—and sells it to him, for cash, sealing the deal with wine and a fuck in the kitchen and by the pool. At the bar, Kardinal takes another would-be buyer (Rick Angel) with a valise full of cash to watch Polly Pons on the bar's strip-club stage, helping him out of his clothes, the better for Pons to seduce him, with Viota adding a helping hand and dick to the action.

The conspirators sell the house several more times, always for cash, mostly to older men, and Viota closes one deal of his own with buxom Zarah Staar. Newly-affluent Kardinal and Lorenn arrive at the house in a brand-new Ferrari, selling the house again with a three-way celebration involving Lorenn, Viota and Rachel Adjani. The next morning, Kardinal walks in on the sound-asleep threesome, quietly rouses Lorenn, and as the two seat-belt themselves into the Ferrari, the word "Saint-Tropez" is heard as the Ferrari heads off through a bucolic pastoral town, captured in a drone shot. Full circle. 

Luminous color-rich photography makes Queens of the Scam easy on the eyes. Untranslated French dialogue may be a drawback, but there's nothing wrong with the sex.