The phone rings. Our heroine, clad in an impeccable but so very see-through robe, answers it. There's nobody there. So begins this surral horror-pastiche where the call is indeed coming from inside the house, and it's placed by seductive S&M stalkers all dressed in the latest fetish that Agent Provocateur has to offer.
There's chains, leather, pleather, lace and even bare breasts as they stalk through the house and I hate myself for associating the lighting to the human centipede (gaah!). Finally our flower-laced heroine succumbs and becomes the silver lamé leader of the S&M pack. So surreal. Stop drooling.