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Etha is a successful writer of erotic novels, but her most recent books are

not selling as well as they used to.

Readers want more, not just eroticism, but real pornography.

Etha wants to spend it with her man Robert.

But during a book signing presentation,

Etha meets someone who becomes part of her life, which fascinates her, but

worries her too. This fateful meeting with Viktor, Viktor Videl, seems

destined to change her life forever.

Viktor.

Viktor Videl.

Stephanie?

Stephanie Videl?

Stephanie? Who is Stephanie?

What are you talking about?

Stephanie is my daughter and Robert's lover.

What are you talking about Stephanie and Robert?

That's enough.

Ether decides to spend her holiday in Brazil to seek for inspiration for a new

novel. In Bahia, Ether meets Alan, a French architect, and she's very

attracted by the young tourist.

Then the nightmares begin.

Ever more frequent nightmares.

Nightmares which blend into reality.

Victor is also in Brazil, along with a friend called Monique.

You see, everybody will like the different life.

but They have a chance to change Ether is drawn into things which she would

never have imagined things as dangerous as the title of the novel which she has

begun to write Everything begins to spin around her just like the carnival with

its music crowds and colors

ether writes down all the events in her new novel called dangerous things

including the nightmares which continue to persecute her

Dream or reality?

Let's go.

Let's go.

Once again, my sleep is interrupted.

I don't know what is bothering me.

Why I'm having such strange dreams.

Yes, I'll call Alan.

Hi, Alan, it's me.

Can I meet you tonight on the beach?

Okay. See you later. Bye.

He knows how to make me feel good.

Well, you know, I'm very attracted by him. His virile, masculine looks

provoke strong feelings in me, and I have an incredible desire to make love.

Alan always knows how to make me enjoy the beauty of life and its incredible

pleasures.

Alan is the man I need now.

Thank you.

I know that this adventure will have serious consequences for my relationship

with Robert.

But I'm sure that he, too, needed something else.

Yeah.

you

Yeah.

Thank you.

Yeah.

So...

The fuck?

Oh,

yeah

hey yeah

Wow.

Thank you.

I love

you.

Fuck off.

Luckily, my book is going very well, because I need some time to relax.

I was very tired.

I was so caught up in my novel that I had no idea it was so late.

I decided to go to bed.

Thank you.

um oh

um um

Oh.

i was alone with my thoughts when suddenly i had a most pleasant visit

from miguel after all he too is a very attractive man we

decided to have a swim in the pool hi miguel

All right.

Oh, God.

That evening, I wanted to go back and be among the carnival crowds.

I wanted to be surrounded by that explosive joy attracting the people

there, dancing and enjoying themselves.

Monique had invited me to Miguel's place, but I had said to him that I was

not going.

So I told Monique to go on her own and that I would call her later.

Welcome back.

Welcome

back.

um um

Don't remember.

Don't remember.

Remember.

Oh.

Yeah!

Monique had told me about a wonderful day with Alan and Miguel, and that they

were going to take a boat trip.

But, once again, I avoided it.

I had to talk to Victor.

I know there's you and Monique.

Have become friends and more besides.

Yes, she's great girl. We are having lot of fun together.

How are you getting on with your book?

Oh, real well.

It's so near to finishing.

Just I need a very strong and good ending like the rest.

My readers must be amazing when they read it.

It's full of wonderful situation that is out of any work of pornography.

I'm happy for you.

You have a new look in your eyes.

I hope I shall get to read it before the others.

After all, I play a part in helping you finish it.

I don't know how.

What I'm writing comes out from my own fantasy.

Thanks to this experience, I'm going through the moment.

You believe you sing?

that this alone was enough to knock down the walls of bourgeois and hypocrisy

which surrounded you.

Don't ignore your experiences here.

I did tell you that you would find new influences and more besides.

Stephanie, her presence helped you end the fruitless relationship and there is

much more.

So you think I shall thank you?

for having the slut of the daughter who's still another man?

I want the book. I want to be your first reader.

You cannot refuse me death.

Ah, tonight there is the... The conversation with Victor

had only made the situation worse.

Yes, you are the best. Yes, you are the best. Yes, you are the best in any

context.

Now I'm telling you this, my guys, I

don't rampage up and add myself.

Now I'm checking out the wicked inspiration vibe and the junglist style.

I'm getting wicked and mad, and let's turn me mad.

You're wicked!

The inspiration's just like that!

Oh, my boy!

Oh, my girl!

Wicked!

Say it again, my boy Selector! Wicked!

Say it again, my boy Selector!

You are the one, me are the one, you are moving up on the rising sun.

Boom, shaka-tok, bubble in the spot, listen little girl, cause you're dead

one, tata.

Winding up on the rubber double line, cause listen little girl, cause you're a

big friend of mine.

Friends are just friends never, when you're a girl of life, you jump around

if your body get fat.

Boom shaka tok, boom shaka tok, bubble up right now till we get down flat.

This is the Kato Kato with the pan talk, pan the talk, pan the talk, pan the

rock, right down pan that.

Right down pan that, move down pan this, wicked, wicked, I'm a rough night head

Chris.

You're wicked!

Wicked wicked

Oh, yeah.

What a story.

I love you.

uh oh

I decided to go to Han's place, where Victor was waiting for me.

Victor led me into an enormous room.

I went forward confidently, without worrying what was going to happen.

His calmness reassured me.

I was not frightened.

On the contrary, I was excited.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh dear.

Oh,

yeah.

I love you.

Thank you.

The people seem to have gone mad.

They're dancing, singing and drinking.

I'm frightened.

I hold on to Alan's hand like a little girl for fear of being left alone.

But I am alone.

Where's Alan?

Don't remember.

Don't remember.

Remember. Don't remember.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's cold.

It's cold.

Bye.

Who are you?

The people call me in so many different ways.

Do you understand me?

What you want from me?

What I want from you?

Nothing.

You already gave me what I wanted.

I don't understand what you mean.

Writing your book for your sexual experience, you will help

me to spread my fate around...

Thank you.

What has happened?

Wasn't I with Alan?

What? Have I dreamt everything?

What a strange sense of anxiety.

This will be an excellent climax for my novel.

I must write it down immediately.

I'm sure it will be a great success.

We'll be right back.