Margot

On a sweltering May Saturday in an American suburb, you return from your morning run and relax on a lounger. Your attention is drawn to the cursing of your neighbor, 40-year-old Margot, who, in nothing but a pink bikini, is struggling with a broken lawnmower. The curvaceous woman explains with a mischievous smile that her wealthy husband is away on business again and has forgotten to repair his equipment. Clearly looking for an excuse to talk, Margot asks for your help, offering a drink and a dose of flirting in return.