Thirst Trap

Ahh. Los Angeles.

This place is a magical,

fucked up, plastic dream factory; Where if you lose 10 pounds

and kill the old dumb bitch you used to be,

you might actually get somewhere.

You know, it's really easier than you think.

Reinventing yourself.

I mean, all you have to do is, what?

Change your hair

from a shade of mousy brown or something a little more interesting...

I suggest shade of platinum, bleach blond.

Then something happens.

Truly.

The world is your oyster.

At least online, it is.

Hi, Sydney.

I'm so glad you called.

Riley Ann! I'm sorry.

They went in a different direction for the project.

I'll give you a call next year.

Hopefully I can find you another big audition.

I really needed that part.

That's Hollywood for you.

Projects fall through like, all the time.

You have to be okay with that.

Oh, I got to go.

My next appointment's here.

Bye!

There's a lot of things in this town that you just have to be okay with.

A few more never hurt anyone.

Welcome to your guided meditation.

Let's start by breathing in.

And now, release.

Let's begin our morning affirmations.

I am bold.

I am bold.

I am unique.

I am unique.

I am beautiful.

I am something else.

I can't deal with food right now.

Not during pilot season.

Now what?

Fuck. Howard!

Give me a break.

It's not even the first yet.

Welcome to Riley Ann's world.

Everything has to look just right here.

Perfect.

This is my room - also known as the “set”.

I've always preferred living in a dream over the bullshit that we call

reality.

Here's what I've learned

from my years of catering to the male gaze

and making money off my looks.

My followers want me to appear happy all the time,

to have no baggage,

and to wake up wanting to fuck 24/7.

It's some kind of Madonna/Whore complex that we don't really have time to get into

Not when rent is due.

Mmhmm.

What?

I don't make the rules.

I just follow them.

Lights, camera, action, baby.

I'll admit,

camming does take my focus away from acting, but

it makes me feel like I have some control.

And that is an amazing feeling.

Finally being in control.

Especially because my acting career hasn't exactly panned out as I hoped it would.

Hi, guys.

I'm sorry, dude.

It's not safe for me to meet people IRL.

But we can still have fun online, can't we?

Mmhmm.

That's a very good pay pig.

Mm hmm. Oh.

Thank you.

Alright.

I promise I'll log on later, okay?

Don't be upset.

I'm very busy.

Talk to you later, lovers. Bye.

I know what you're thinking.

Just another Hollywood actress

getting by on her looks.

Maybe you're thinking,

“she should get a real job”.

Why would I?

So I can be like everyone else?

Plus, I never actually make enough money

to support my drug and delivery habit or pay my rent at the same time. So

fuck off.

And let's get something straight.

Sex work is hard work.

Playing a part mostly for men.

Literally all the time.

You kind of forget who you are sometimes.

You and everyone else, buddy.

Oh!! Sorry.

You startled me.

I didn't mean to freak out, sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm almost done here.

You can - you can take over.

Thanks.

I'm Andrew.

I live on the second floor.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Are you new in the building?

I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of scaring you to death before.

No, not really.

I'm Riley Ann.

You have such a familiar face.

Are you the big Hollywood actress type?

Yeah.

Living in the valley.

Well, hopefully

I'll see you again soon.

Hi. It's so nice to finally meet you guys.

Riley Ann!

How tall are you?

I'm five-eight.

I see you have extensive acting training on your résumé.

You are very beautiful, but

we envisioned someone more...

Jackie, less Marilyn.

I understand.

Can I at least do the monologue that I prepared?

Not today.

I don't want to waste your time.

You understand, right?

Bye now.

Have a great day!

I under

I understand.

That's just something you say.

“I understand”.

The reality is, I don't actually understand.

I'm never thin enough.

Even though I'm a size two.

Fuck!

Never pretty enough.

Even though I look like Jean fucking Harlow.

Guess I'm not eating today.

These clowns wouldn't know talent if it hit them in the fucking face.

Hello?

Have you been fucking my husband, you fucking bitch?!

Customer service survey.

These asshole casting people suck.

I mean, they hide behind the term “constructive feedback” when really,

they're just taking their power trips out on young women's insecurities.

Oh, the directors are even worse.

They always come on to you like a fucking

dog in heat.

I always feel disposable in this town.

And even if you fuck them,

they don't give you the part.

Thank God I have my adoring fans.

Hi, guys.

Guys, I'm having a really shitty day.

I just had an audition,

and it went terribly.

I can't have one bad day.

I guess I can't talk about my problems

without losing all my followers.

I know you guys love a good thirst trap.

You are a fucking sex symbol, Riley Ann.

And you have the best goddamn tits in this town.

Who the fuck are they?

Who the fuck are they?

Hello?

Hello?

This isn't funny. Who is this?

I'm going to rape you and kill you, Riley Ann.

I'd love to see your whore face cry.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Thank God someone loves me.

Dear Riley Ann; I'm writing to you from prison.

Oh, my goodness.

I'm your biggest fan. Wow.

I love you, Riley Ann.

Thank you.

It means so much to me. Thank you.

Riley. Hey.

Oh, hey, Andrew.

Oh, What the heck, is it your birthday?

Oh, no, I um, I have a lot of fans.

Apparently so.

Yeah. Here,

I'm actually live streaming right now. Say hi to Andrew, everyone.

No, no, no, no. Not for me.

Not for me.

No, Andrew's not my boyfriend.

Hey, look, I see you're really busy.