A plush, velvet-draped room pulses with a different kind of heat. Europeans, draped in rich silks and satins, engage in a dance that's more about friction and less about rhythm. Gloved hands stroke thighs, hidden beneath layers of fabric. Lips meet in passionate kisses, teeth grazing, as the room grows warmer. One by one, they shed their outer layers, revealing barely-there undergarments. The air is thick with anticipation, the scent of sex and perfume mingling. As the first cock is freed, the orgy begins, a symphony of moans and wet, sloppy sounds filling the room.