Gwyneth greets Beyoncé with a glass. “Drink this. It’s eel-infused water. You’ll feel like a new person.”
Beyoncé sighs. “Feeling like a new person sounds pretty good right about now.” She downs the drink.
Gwyneth gestures toward a stone slab by the wall. “Sit,” she nods. “I know it looks uncomfortable, but, I’m telling you, one week of sitting on stone and your entire essence will shift.” Gwyneth moves into a lunging yoga position. “So tell me about you and Jay. What is going on?”
“Well, it’s complicated. You know how it is. You both have these needs and then—,” Beyoncé looks up and Gwyneth is soaking her hair in a vat of orange goo sitting next to her on the floor.
“Don’t mind me!” Gwyneth shouts. “This is a snake-saliva conditioner I use each morning. Keep talking!”
She definitely looks hot.
