His arm at her waist, Amid led Diane upstairs to his private apartment. His sitting room, three walls adorned with Gobelin tapestries, was huge and lushly appointed. A champagne bucket packed with ice and yet another bottle of Dom Perignon sat on a table decorated with gold inlays. A small petite point sofa sat facing a sweep of velvet drapes.

"Sit here, Diane," Amid pointed to the sofa and went to pull the curtains wide.

Instantly there was a clash of cymbals. The sound of sensuous music. A tall golden-skinned girl clad only in a jeweled g-string and gold bracelets leaped into view. She moved with sinuous, seductive grace as three males wearing gold brocade fig leaves encircled her. Four magnificent bodies gyrating in unison, three in pursuit of one woman.