INT. YURT - NIGHT
Inside the yurt, a group of NUDE WOMEN sit on woven rugs and sheepskins around the light of a central fire.
They turn to Willa. Cold stares.
BLAZE, a woman with an obscenely long brown ponytail, speaks up.
BLAZE
What are you doing here?
CHANDRA
She's with me.
BLAZE
Who invited you?
The other women laugh and turn away. They sort wild herbs, chat, and massage each other.
Chandra walks over and WHISPERS something to Blaze. The whisper spreads.
The women turn again to Willa, dispositions changed.
Blaze carefully selects herbs from a basket and drops them into a large brass tub. She grabs a pot of scalding water from the fire and pours it in.
Willa INHALES the intoxicating perfume rising with the steam.
HELEN and VIOLET, two girls with pale skin and platinum hair, unzip and pull Willa's wetsuit off. They giggle as the fabric SNAPS OFF of the legs.
Willa covers herself in embarrassment.
BLAZE
(laughs)
You're more comfortable around men than women.
She ushers Willa to the bath.
WILLA
I'm a shower-person.
BLAZE
You're out of luck.
Chandra helps Willa into the bath. She slips in.
Willa's hair flows back, her head orbited by tiny floating flowers.
WILLA
This feels good.
BLAZE
You've got too much male energy.
WILLA
Another one of my diseases?
CHANDRA
A symptom.
BLAZE
There's an imbalance of female and male energy in the world. Nurturers aren't respected. Intuition isn't respected.
CHANDRA
That's why you've cultivated excess male energy.
WILLA
To get respect.
CHANDRA
As a defense.
Blaze massages Willa's scalp, running fingers through her hair.
BLAZE
You don't have to defend yourself.
CHANDRA
That's a male thing. Stemming from weakness. Because they secretly know...
BLAZE
The universe is female.
CHANDRA
All men owe their existence to a pussy.
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