Episode 7 of Sky Rojo kicks off with Gina, Carol, and Wendy once again gracing the threshold of the veterinarian's clinic, but this time, their hearts are heavy with a dire request. They seek to mend and salvage the life of a Spanish man, a victim of gunfire, yet fate proves unforgiving as he slips away from their grasp.
Back at the neon-lit den of iniquity, Romeo's return is met with a profound sense of despair, plunging him into an existential abyss where his once-prized "tool" now lies dormant and useless. To the girls, however, it's not a beacon of salvation but a shackle, a means to an end—the repayment of debts that transcend mere monetary value.
The job etches its toll on their souls, manifesting in a dissociative dance within the club's labyrinthine corridors, captured in haunting, artistic frames that pierce the veil of reality.
As they embark on their journey, the girls' eyes are drawn to the omnipresent billboards, beacons of Romeo's profiteering, advertising their sweat and tears as he reaps the financial rewards. This revelation ignites a fiery resolve within them, fueling their determination to strike back. They plot their revenge, weaving a web of deceit to ensnare their oppressors and reclaim what is rightfully theirs—a daring heist, if you will, where justice and retribution are the spoils of war.
Precisely, their intention burns with the urgency to crack Romeo's impenetrable safe and abscond with every penny belonging to their nefarious employer. Returning to the pulsing club, Romeo and his cronies coerce Beefcake into shedding his inhibitions and plunging into the jacuzzi with them, eliciting an initial burst of uproarious laughter. However, their mirth abruptly dissipates upon learning that a mysterious figure downstairs seeks to discuss a matter involving three alluring ladies—none other than Fernando himself.
Romeo, his eyes blazing with determination, commands his two henchmen to descend and confront Fernando, extracting every iota of information he possesses, come what may.
Meanwhile, our trio of femmes fatales gyrate to the rhythm of the night, sipping from glasses brimming with liquor and indulging in a concoction of hedonism laced with drugs. Amidst this whirlwind of decadence, they hatch a daring scheme—to commandeer a digger, a tool that will bolster their quest for liberation. Recognizing that their past lives hold no promise of redemption, they vow to throw themselves wholeheartedly into this fight, sparing no effort to strike back with all their might.
