Marina's gasps fill the room as the casting director takes his time, running the whip's tail over her skin, making her shiver. He brings it down hard, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing. Marina cries out, her body tensing, but the director is relentless. He switches to a cruel whip, each lash leaving a red line. Marina's screams fill the room, her body jerking with each impact. The director finally stops, admiring his handiwork, a masterpiece of welts and marks.