Mike Horner is a magician in a sleazy, smoky cabaret run by sleazy, smoky Kyle Stone. Stone fires Horner's assistant, Kia, for not putting out. Now the pressure is put on Horner to find a new assistant, or else his ass is grass. Walking home dejectedly through an alley, hookers Missy, Stephanie Swift and Papillon chide him as he passes by. The ladies return to making a buck, as Pap and Swift share Tony Martino's dick like a prized knockwurst between them, with Pap taking it gleefully up her crapper. Missy, perched upon a fire escape ladder like a wall crawler, clamps her gluteal globes over Mickey G.'s just a trashcan away. Lonely Horner slumbers fitfully, hearing the lusty cries reverberating below.

Enter beautiful, mysterious Lexi Ericksson. Their act flows together perfectly, saving Horner's job and the livelihood of the club. A great lezbo slurp & grind act by the luscious Laura Palmer and Tricia Devereaux segues into Horner's famed Egyptian sarcophagus disappearing act. But Ericksson suddenly vanishes, leaving him to enter the mysterious box to find her. Somewhat slow pacing dampens the suspense, but beautiful, atmospheric cinematography (the last work of the late Ken Gibb) atones for much of it.