Snowy Stairwell

Note: Draft script from novel and graphic novel in progress:

"Theory of Constraints: The Uncertainty Principle" © Sarah Ottobre.

This is a sneak peak draft before the final prose.

Excuse any strange formatting or type-o's.

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Aria and Luciano are at a prestigious Broadway play, and its just cringe terrible. They are disappointed, and they keep looking back at each other making pained faces through the show. They are dressed up very formally, Aria in a beautiful gown, hair pinned up like a goddess, Luciano in a suit with one of his authentic handmade Milan hats on his lap. Aria holds his hand, but she flips his hand over, slow tracing over his palm with one finger, gently and delicately. She then starts rubbing her hand into his, massaging, seducing.

He looks over at her with the side eye. She continues to, oh so gently move her fingers over his palm, he tilts his head a little. She slides his hand up her leg as she pulls her dress up a little, he looks over at her and everything around them starts to blur and become a shade of passion pink with a steamy smokey atmospheric backdrop. She pulls his finger up to her lips and traces over her mouth. He leans back a little as she licks his finger. She puts his hand back down towards his lap, but lifting his hat and sliding her hand under. Panel of his face, eye closed and mouth just barely parted, panel of her sparkling eyes open with lust. Her fingers feeling around gently, and then squeezing into his thigh making him twitch. His jaw is clenched, collar tight, a little trickle of sweat on his temple as he tries to look dignified and composed. Inner monologue of Luciano, something like “her fingers claiming me as her own, choosing me and making the world disappear. I can hear nothing but her breath and my bloody pulse singing in my ears”

She brings her skirt up a little more to show him her lack of underwear around her hip, and then she pulls it back down and sits composed and elegant like nothing happened. The next few minutes she is playing with her necklace.  Luciano crosses his leg and looks very heated up, she smiles over at him and finger combs her hair towards him, and watches the show, and his struggle. He can’t focus, and she leans over with her mouth near his ear, she cups her hand over his ear, she makes a quiet groan. Closeup panel of goosebumps and hair lifting on his arm and neck. Close up of her eyes. His eyes spark, eyebrows up, brings his hand to his chest like “who, me?!” he looks around with childlike glee smile on his face, he sees the neon exit sign, and nods over with a “lets get out of here” grin and wink.

He gets up and slides across a few people still seated, holding his hat over his lap, and they sneak into the fire escape stairwell outside. Next panels they are seen making out in their 3 piece suit/beautiful gown attire on rusty industrial scaffolding outside, the wind blowing her dress and their hair, snowflakes spiraling around them. His hat blows away, he reaches and misses, but she catches it just barely. He leans in and kisses her against the wall as she holds the hat around him. She reaches for her dress and bunches it up in one hand, and runs her hand down his chest as she goes down the panel out of view. A shot of her, POV of Luciano, she is kneeling still holding her dress bunched up with one hand, the rusty rail with his hat between her fingers in the other.

Next panel you see POV of Luciano’s arm holding her hair up with his opera gloves. Next, his finger twirls around her necklace and then pulls her towards him. She’s smiling with her mouth open and tongue out with heavy lashy eyelids like a succubus, close up of a snowflake landing on her tongue, her breath visible in the cool air. Her breasts are pulled out of her dress and necklace shimmering. Various panels of close ups, opera gloves pulled off one at a time, gloves dangling in his teeth, their hands and forearms pressed against the dirty brick wall, her one leg wrapped around the cold metal rail and the other around him with his suit coat laying under her, closeup on mouths open, close up on the bends of her knees and curled toes, then a white silhouette of them in climax, showing no detail with a warm pink gradient in the background and shimmering snowflakes.