‘Dinnertime at Le Cafe Thearte. I’ve prepared Monsieur Dorian a fabulous meal, which he’s unfortunately distracted from because I’m feeding it to him, sitting in his lap, while wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties and a lace bra. Occasionally a bit of sauce would “accidentally” spill onto my cleavage and thighs, which I’d invite him to lick off me. Arno eventually has had enough of all this teasing and eventually carries me off to his room, where I’m treated to a feast of my own.’