Scene 7:

The camera cuts to a shot of a doorway to a cupboard size room, barely a metre square. The walls are made of a solid white plastic, apart from where a wide slit has been cut into the wall, but all we can see through it is darkness. Next to the doorway a small TV monitor is attached to the wall. Currently it is just displaying the word Paris. We also see two of the contestants, Athena and Amy looking the room up and down. We see Amy knocking on the plastic wall, but to no effect. We then hear footsteps, and the camera briefly cuts to show Paris and Tory approaching. Paris is in her late twenties, with long blonde hair. She is wearing an elegant dark blue, strapless gown like dress, that clings to her body to just below her knees. Below that we see a pair of matching dark blue court stilettos. She is also wearing a long pair of dark blue satin gloves that reach past her elbows, and several pieces of expensive looking, but not overly flashy, jewelry.

Tory: This is it Paris. The room with your name outside.
Paris: So what is this?
Amy: I don't know. It's just a small alcove.
Paris: Maybe that's all I have to do, stand inside the room and I'll be safe.
Athena: I doubt Porcelain would have made it that simple.
Tory: Well what does she expect us to do?
Amy: Up their on the screen.

The camera cuts to a close up of the screen. It still says Paris in large letters at the top, but now has a load of smaller text bellow it. We hear Amy reading them out.

Amy: If you want to play with me Paris all you have to do is step into the room, and close the door with no one else in the room with you. Then you must put both your hands behind your back, and place them through the slit in the wall.
Paris: Well that sounds easy.
Athena: Hang on Paris. It won't be that easy. I know from first hand experience what Porcelain is willing to do to someone.
Paris: Oh come on Athena. I'm not some college girl. I can handle myself like an adult.
Amy: Are you sure? You've no idea what's in store. I think we should at least spend some time considering our options before we just dive in to anything.
Paris: Look, if you and your friends want to waste time playing detective or whatever that's up to you! Me! If this is what's going to get me out this stupid situation then I'm taking it. If you want to screw about when you find your exit that's up to you. I'm not giving up my way out because you lot are afraid to make the obvious decision.

The camera cuts to the four girls looking at each other, Amy and Athena looking a little perturbed, Paris with a determined scowl on her face. No-one says anything as Paris steps through the door, and close it behind her. An electronic lock is heard clicking into place. The image of the screen above the door changes, showing an overhead shot of the room Paris is in as she puts her hands behind her back and inserts them into the slot.

Scene 8:

The camera cuts to a shot of Paris's hands through the slot. We see another pair of hands, wearing black leather gloves, that quickly click a pair of solid looking handcuffs around Paris's wrists. She lets out a yelp of shock, and struggles for several seconds, until the wall with the slit in slits apart, the left side and right side sliding apart to reveal a dark narrow corridor behind her. Paris turns around and looks down the corridor.

Paris: Hey! Who's down there? Is someone going to tell me what the hell's going on?

There's no reply. Paris stands there for another 15 seconds or so, until with an annoyed groan she walks down the corridor. The camera follows her from behind as she slowly walks down the corridor. A short walk later and she reaches a part where the more solid walls are replaced by a dark translucent plastic. A few steps later and she reaches the end of the corridor.
The camera cuts to an overview of the room as Paris steps into it, or at least an overview of the part of the room that's lit. We see Paris is now in a fenced off area. The fence being made of ornate iron vertical posts, that surround her, and are about 5 foot high. Notably at the doorway she entered, a gate is now swinging shut, and the plastic tunnel she came through is now moving backwards away from the fenced enclosure. Outside the enclosure hardly anything can be seen due to the lack of light, but there is a bright spotlight on the solid cylinder shaped table in the middle of the enclosure. It's about 80cm high, and 160cm in diameter. The edges appear to be made of a solid, dark wood, which also forms a rim on the top of the table. Past the rim though the surface of the table appears to be made of a tight nit chicken wire, allowing a view downwards, where we can make out some sort of large metal disc a short height above the floor. Resting on the chicken wire are a couple of dozen pastry encrusted pies, some open top, revealing their filling, some completely encrusted in pastry. Suddenly the camera cuts in response to the familiar sound of stilettoed footsteps approaching.

Porcelain: Hello Paris. It's playtime.
Paris: Let me out of here right now.
Porcelain: Right away, but I thought you wanted to play.
Paris: Don't you know who your dealing with?
Porcelain: Thanks to the over emphasis on celebrity culture in the media I have no choice. I believe I'm dealing with a spoiled, rich kid, who thinks lauding their wealth is the way to establish superiority. Someone so self entitled they can't take not getting exactly what they want without some huge overly dramatic temper tantrum.
Paris: LISTEN HERE. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I CAN MAKE YOUR LIFE VERY DIFFICULT.
Porcelain: There you go again. If I were you I'd shut up for once in your life. I'm not going to repeat myself, if you end up stuck in there because you didn't listen that's your own fault.

The camera cuts to Paris still angrily glaring, but she temporarily stays quiet.

Porcelain: You want to know the rule of our game? Good. It's quite simple really. If you look through the metal grid on top of the table you'll see a large set of scales below it. The aim of the game is simply to put enough weight on the scales.

As Porcelain says this the camera cuts to a monitor above the entrance gate. On it is a dial with an arrow all the way to the left. On the right hand side of the dial is an area marked in red.

Porcelain: Once you've done that the gate to your enclosure will open again, and you'll be able to find your way to your safe room. I'd hurry up though. I wouldn't want you stuck in the enclosure when the catapults go off.

The camera cuts to a long shot as a load of overhead lights turn on, shining down on the area around the enclosure. They reveal the enclosure is surrounded on all sides by around 50 small catapults, on each one is a frying pan containing a large pancake, all topped with different messy substances, such as whipped cream, maple or chocolate syrup, or strawberry sauce.

Paris: For The Last Time Let Me Out Now!!

Paris lunges towards Porcelain, but Porcelain merely steps back. Paris tries pushing at the fence, and even jumping at it, but with her hands handcuffed behind her back she has no way to escape.

Porcelain: I'm afraid this time your not dealing with someone impressed by your undeserved wealth, or intimidated by your temper tantrums. All I'm interested in is how well you play my games. Have fun.

With that Porcelain strolls away, stopping briefly to turn over an hour glass placed on a small table, just past the catapults. She then disappears in to the darkness.

Paris. No! Don't You Dare Walk Away From Me!!

Paris stares angrily into the darkness for several seconds as if expecting a response, but she doesn't get one. With a cry of fury she heads over to the entrance gate and angrily attempts to open it, but it holds firm. She glances up as the camera cuts to the dial, still all the way to the left. The camera cuts back to Paris, who has her back to the table, and uses her hands and feet to rise herself so she's sitting on the edge of the table. She reaches back and grabs a pastry encrusted pie. She pushes down on it and it breaks open, revealing a thick purple, blackberry filling. Paris continues to break up the pastry and push it and the filling through the grid, using just her hands. The camera cuts to a shot of the scales, where a small pool of the filling and pastry has gathered. The camera cuts to the dial, that has barely moved, and then to the hourglass where we see just under 40% of the time has gone. We hear a whoosh as the camera cuts to Paris, much of her head now obscured where she'd just been hit by several of the crepes from the catapults. She shakes her head to dislodge the crepes, and reveal her face now coated in whipped cream, and chocolate and maple syrup now dripping down her hair. She looks around angrily, before with a look of resignation she leans back, and shuffles her way on to the table. She rolls around on the table, over the pies in the central area. This causes most of the crusts to break up, and pieces of pie, and the filling start to fall down to the scales. At the same time Paris starts to get covered in the substances. Her arse covered in a thick banana cream filling, her legs coated in both strawberry and blackberry syrup, including lots of small lumps of golden pastry, her exposed shoulders and cleavage covered in lumps of pastry and a thick chocolate goo. The movement also has an effect on her strapless dress, causing it to fall down, revealing the strapless bra she's wearing underneath. The camera cuts to the dial, which we see has now reached the halfway point, then back to the hourglass that shows that around seventy percent of the time has gone.
The camera cuts back to Paris who is now lying on her side, she looks down, and brings her foot down on a cherry pie with an angry stomp, causing the pie to shatter dramatically, coating her stilettoed foot in cherry sauce, but also causing a lot to fall down on the scales. She shuffles around in an anticlockwise direction, until she feels a large lemon meringue pie behind her, she takes a deep breath before slamming the side of her head down on the pie, and then angrily stomping down on a pastry encrusted blueberry pie with her foot. The camera cuts to the dial the dial that is now about eighty percent of the way over, but when the camera cuts to the hourglass we see less than five percent of her time is left.
The camera cuts to Paris as she rolls over the pies in a last desperate attempt. She breaks up a few missed pies, but it's not enough. A loud siren is heard as the camera cuts to an overhead shot, looking directly down on Paris as a crepe, covered with whipped cream and strawberries strikes her on the leg. She turns so she's facing directly down as more and more crepes rain down on Paris and the rest of the enclosure. This lasts for around twenty seconds, until not a single part of the enclosure is left uncovered by one of the crepes, and the messy toppings that come with them. The camera cuts briefly to the dial that is now almost in the red, then cuts to Paris as she slowly raises herself up, shaking crepes off where she can. She slides herself off the table so she's standing back on the ground, causing more crepes to fall revealing her hair, body, dress and legs all now covered with messy and sticky pancake toppings.