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So, we've been in Venezuela now for two weeks.

Does anybody know why we're all here?

The invitation just said a dinner party.

Maybe it's a contest, some kind of an event.

Maybe she knows who our gracious host is.

You know, somehow I

just don't think she's telling us the truth.

Forget it, Richard. She doesn't understand.

She filled the room with the presence of an alluring mystery.

Who was this beautiful, enticing stranger?

Just what was she up to?

Maybe this beautiful and stunning example of delicate femininity can

us why we're all here.

Sorry to disappoint you all, but I'm afraid I'm just as much in the dark as

rest of you.

You see, I am also a guest.

Amelia Brandt was her name.

She was a gorgeous and successful fashion designer. A real man -eater.

She could have anything she dreamed of.

Why would she, of all people, be invited to this private event?

Well,

here we have it.

Oh, yeah.

Presence is deeply desired when the contribution of your most provocative

devious curiosity is well worth exploring in this enchanted journey of

dare.

Ooh.

And there, let's play.

Her eyes set aflame the imprisoned feelings of desire I now had for Amelia.

Well, we'll just see then, won't we?

Tonight.

I decided to investigate myself.

I was certain I could solve this mystery.

The invitation had to be sent by somebody right here in the village.

Inside. And I'm hoping that someone was Emilio.

Thanks to what come of the small houses of Venezuela drew me further to search

for the hidden identity of our host.

There before me stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, so innocent

and inviting.

She simply beckoned me to fall into her well of desire.

She had shown me a gift, something I had seen before.

It was a necklace of a designer, a gift from Amelia.

Hello.

Jason's girlfriend was late, so he went directly to the bar.

The old jukebox rattled out a familiar tune of a lost love as he sat there, all

alone just watching the time go by.

He watched us from a distance as he pondered at the thought.

was it emilia or perhaps the tranquil prince of some far -away land

The music aroused Jason's inner sense of reason as he began to imagine a fantasy

of his own.

Jason sat there as time etched on.

It had only been a moment, yet the fantasy would last a lifetime.

Now, who's going to go first?

It was a day like any other day.

And there she was.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

Thank you.

Oh.

It was a day like any other day.

And there she was.

Now it's your turn.

Do go on.

Maria and I were hiking on a trail in the Amazon.

We came across this waterfall.

We had this, mmm, thrust of desire.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

Oh, do go on, Richard. It was just getting good.

Well, actually, I think I'd like to know about your desires and your fantasies.

It doesn't matter about my desires. It's yours I'm interested in.

What was she doing to us?

We were unveiling Torah tales of erotic fantasy.

My fantasies are fairly basic.

I began to realize this had been her plan all along.

Amelia had been the one who has invited us here.

Thank you.

Wow.

I have invited you all here to experience all you desire within, a

of sensual expression.

The ones you love have sent you here.

So welcome to my dinner party, and let the fiesta begin.

As mysteriously as she had arrived, she vanished without a trace.

Her little game had brought fire to our hearts and love back into our lives.

But one thing was for sure.

We will never be the same.