A race of goodwill, a dangerous game of blackening the match.

Four women in a private club in the middle of the night were forced into the same room because of a partnership agreement, and they were originally competitors who were investors, designers, lawyers and public relations, but came up in the light, and they opened their suit, and they opened their heads, and they looked at each other, and they looked at each other, and someone whispered in their ears, and they reached out, and they had their hands on each other's tie, and they were bold and restrained, and they were getting shorter, breathing in the background music, and they were getting warmer, and they were moving across, and they were getting more and more dangerous, and one of them pushed out on each other, and they suddenly turned out of control, and there was an instant competition, blackening against the danger of a decision.