Perhaps it's not quite the abyss Nietzsche had in mind, but darkness is certainly consuming tormented artiste John Decker; all his career success photographing models has made him one empty man. Shayla LaVeaux manages to mend his barren heart with her special reverse-cowgirl gifts, but there's trouble brewing when she departs, in the form of house guests Steve Hatcher and Roxanne Hall. Hatcher explains he's schlepped super-spooky palm reader Hall all the way from Mykonos for Decker's delectation (She's a touch of evil, man!"), indulging in a faintly fem-dom flavored anal before handing her over. When Rox creeps into Decker's room, declaring, "I've come to steal your soul," he's amazingly unperturbed, turning the tables and stealing her asshole instead with a lively mish-anal.

While a few penetration shots aren't readily apparent, an above-average opening switch-off with Rebecca Lord, Michael J. Cox, Johnni Black, Mia Ciccero and Billy Glide provides balance. An imaginative silent-film style mini-scene elevates the rating a half-point.