Amateur vertical iPhone video, 9:16, filmed at 2am at a Miami hotel pool with the phone's harsh built-in flash, shaky handheld, grainy, slight motion blur, auto-exposure flicker, candid real home video look, not cinematic, no music. The man filming is kneeling on the pool edge, camera low, head-on and centered, about one meter from their faces, wide enough that all three mermaids are fully in the frame side by side the whole time; the camera never moves to a side angle and never crops anyone out. Layout locked for the whole video: the three mermaids are in the water right in front of him, leaning on the same pool edge side by side; a big low flat white plate piled high with spaghetti in red tomato sauce sits on the edge right in the center, directly in front of the CENTER mermaid; behind them the dark pool water, the far side of the pool, palm trees and dim hotel lights.
The creatures: three real mermaids leaning on the pool edge with their forearms. All three are beautiful glamorous Miami women with hugely overfilled, giant, glossy duck lips, so swollen and stiff they can barely open their mouths, clearly visible from the very first frame, long fake lashes, heavy contour makeup, long stiletto acrylic nails. Each wears a seashell bikini top, a little cleavage visible just above the pool edge. Their shimmering fish tails are clearly visible in the water right behind them, and their big tail fins flick up out of the water from time to time, so it is obvious they are mermaids. Three clearly different women, not twins:
LEFT: honey blonde with wet beach waves, bronzed skin, peach glossy lips, coral tail.
CENTER: dark-skinned beauty with long sleek straight black hair, plum glossy lips, violet tail, calm and bored.
RIGHT: fair-skinned girl with long straight strawberry-red hair and light freckles, cherry-red glossy lips, silver tail.
The man's hand: the only male hand in the video is the man's own hand from the camera side: a big tanned masculine hand with hairy wrist, thick fingers and short nails. Each mermaid has only her own two hands; no extra hands appear.
Important: they speak slowly, slurred and muffled, barely moving their giant lips, as if their mouths can't open. Nobody laughs at any point. All three are alive and moving every second: no one ever freezes or stares blankly while another acts. They glance at each other, at the food and at the camera, shift their weight on the edge, flick their tails, react to each other with real, different, asynchronous movements, like real greedy animals around food.
0-2s: The flash hits all three faces at once, all three in frame, giant lips first thing you see. The man's hand reaches in over the spaghetti plate and sprinkles a big pinch of freshly grated parmesan from his fingers, white cheese snowing down onto the red sauce. The CENTER one says slowly through barely moving lips, muffled: "Feed us." The LEFT and RIGHT ones lean toward the plate, and a coral tail fin and a silver tail fin slap the water behind them.
2-5s: The man's hand pulls back out of the frame. The LEFT one pinches the end of a spaghetti strand with her long nails and tries to slurp it, but her swollen stiff lips can't suck it in, the noodle just slides around on her lips, red sauce smearing over her lips and chin. She mumbles, muffled: "It won't go in." At the same time the RIGHT one puts the other end of a spaghetti strand to her lips and tries to slurp too, sauce on her chin. The CENTER one watches them with a bored face.
5-9s: It is the same single long spaghetti strand: the LEFT and RIGHT ones both slowly slurp it from opposite ends, the strand rises off the plate and stretches tight in the air right in front of the CENTER one's face. Slurping, the LEFT and RIGHT ones lean forward and inward over the plate, their faces moving toward each other right in front of the CENTER one's face, their giant lips pushed forward, their eyes widening as they realize they are about to meet. The CENTER one looks down at the strand hanging right in front of her nose, unimpressed, her violet tail swishing behind her.
9-12s: The CENTER one takes one huge breath and sucks in with her giant lips like a vacuum cleaner: the whole pile of spaghetti flies off the plate straight into her mouth in one long slurping rush, sauce splattering, and the very last noodle sucked in is the shared strand, which zips out of the LEFT and RIGHT ones' lips and disappears into the CENTER one's mouth. The plate is left empty and clean.
12-15s: The LEFT and RIGHT ones stay leaning forward with their giant lips still pushed out into empty air, sauce on their chins, blinking, then slowly turn and stare at the CENTER one. The CENTER one, cheeks full, chews calmly, wipes the corner of her lips with one long nail, looks straight into the lens and says slowly, muffled: "Next." Behind them a tail fin slaps the water.
Sound: pool filter hum, water splashes, wet slurping, one long loud vacuum-like slurp, muffled slurred voices, tail slaps, the man's quiet stunned breathing. No laughter. Faces stay sharp and lit by the flash the whole time.