The hotel's cool marble floor provides little respite from the intense Indian summer, yet the receptionist's body temperature rises exponentially as Bebe and Canela lock eyes. She leans back, her sari slipping off her shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, dark skin. The air is thick with anticipation as she begins to fan herself, her eyes never leaving his, inviting him to join her in a dance of desire that promises to be as hot as the Indian sun.