She clicks the Touche Éclat. Simultaneously, a video starts on her smartphone.
[Flashback: immersion into the night through the phone’s screen]
In one of the club’s many small rooms, Edie walks past a man. He notices her (the pace quickens), they search for each other, he pins her against a wall, she turns the tables and dominates him, he is now at her mercy. She brushes past him, licks his neck, and leaves.
[Back to the mirror]
She applies Touche Éclat to her face, and the video is immediately deleted from the smartphone, as if the application gesture erased that memory. Another click on the Touche Éclat: an image of a trio embracing appears on the smartphone screen. The image comes to life.
[Flashback: immersion into the night via the phone’s screen]
On the dance floor, the rhythm speeds up and slows down like heartbeats. Edie and one of her friends dance opposite three men, champagne sprays, flirtatious games.
[Back to the mirror]
She applies Touche Éclat to her face, the video is immediately deleted. She opens the cushion and flips it over. On the screen, a huge tag on the wall of one of the club’s rooms. The image comes to life.
[Flashback: immersion into the night via the phone’s screen]
A crowded room. A couch with young people tripping out. Spray paint cans lie on the floor among glasses and cigarettes. Edie heads towards the couch, grabs a spray can on the way. She tags @WTF25RAVE on the wall.
[Back to the mirror]
She finishes applying the Touche Éclat cushion, which deletes the last video from the phone. With the traces of the night gone, Edie picks up her belongings from the sink edge.
She opens the restroom door, crosses the hallway, and exits, radiant. Daylight whitens the screen.