Grok Gals

POV: it's 3am in Miami and you're the guy feeding caviar to mermaids Tested Seedance 2.5 on @makeugc. Costs $1 to try it yourself, setup in the replies 👇 Two of them saw $300 caviar. One of them saw relatives. Every group has one who reads the label. Is it cannibalism if you're only half fish? Prompt: 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 and close, about half a meter from their faces. Layout locked for the whole video: the three mermaids are in the water right in front of him, leaning on the same pool edge; a low flat silver tray with crushed ice sits on the edge between the RIGHT mermaid and the camera, at the right side of the frame, holding two big open round caviar tins, one full of glossy black caviar and one full of bright orange-red salmon roe, and a few small blinis topped with heaps of black caviar; 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, close to the lens, their shimmering fish tails visible under the water behind them. 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. 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. RIGHT: fair-skinned girl with long straight strawberry-red hair and light freckles, cherry-red glossy lips, silver tail, quiet and serious. 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 under the water, react to each other with real, different, asynchronous movements. The LEFT and CENTER ones are greedy like real animals around food. The RIGHT one never eats anything: she watches the caviar and the other two with growing worry. 0-2s: The flash hits all three faces at once, faces big in the frame. The CENTER one leans in closest and says slowly through barely moving lips, muffled: "Feed us." At the same time the LEFT one pushes her shoulder against the CENTER one to get closer to the lens, and the RIGHT one stares at the caviar tins on the tray next to her with a worried frown, her tail swishing under the water. 2-5s: The man's hand holds out a blini heaped with black caviar to the LEFT one. She snatches it and tries to push it into her mouth, but her swollen lips barely part, the blini folds and the black caviar smears across her lips and chin, little black eggs sticking to her peach gloss. She mumbles, muffled: "It doesn't fit." Meanwhile the CENTER one grabs at the man's now empty hand with her nails, and the man pulls his hand back out of the frame. The RIGHT one looks from the smeared caviar on the LEFT one's lips to the tins, more and more upset. 5-8s: The CENTER one reaches across, grabs the tin of orange-red salmon roe from the tray and tips it straight into her mouth like a drink; only the CENTER one touches this tin. Her stiff swollen lips can't take it all, the orange eggs pour over her lips and drip down her chin, her cheeks balloon, she chews hard. The LEFT one licks the black caviar off her own fingers and reaches for the tin too but can't get it; the CENTER one shoves her hand away and splashes water at her with her tail. The RIGHT one watches them in horror, then quietly pulls the tray with the black caviar tin closer to herself. 8-11s: The RIGHT one hugs the silver tray to her chest with both arms, looks down at the black caviar tin, not at the camera, and says to it slowly and seriously through her stiff lips, muffled: "I'll save you." She sinks under the water with the tray, ice cubes scattering on the surface, her silver tail flipping up and slapping the surface. 11-13s: The LEFT and CENTER ones turn their heads sharply to the bubbles where she disappeared, mouths still full, caviar smeared all over their lips and chins. They look at each other, then keep chewing, the CENTER one still holding the empty orange tin and scraping the last eggs out with her finger, the LEFT one licking her lips, both tails swishing under the water. Sound: pool filter hum, water splashes, wet chewing, muffled slurred voices, ice cubes clinking, one loud tail slap, waves hitting the edge, the man's quiet stunned breathing. No laughter. Faces stay sharp, close and lit by the flash the whole time.