Bill is shattered. His entire identity—built on control, rationality, and masculine superiority—crumbles.
When Bill is discovered as an intruder, a mysterious masked woman sacrifices herself to save him, whispering: "Run. Immediately. Your life depends on it."
Every sexual encounter Bill has—or tries to have—is a failure. He kisses the prostitute but cannot perform. He lies to the hotel clerk. He watches the orgy like a frightened child. Sex, for Bill, is a currency he no longer possesses.