In the sultry heat of an Indian summer, a Bollywood bombshell, her heart aflutter with love, decides to show her affection in the most intimate way she knows. She begins to dance, her movements as fluid and sensuous as the Ganges. Her hands, adorned with henna, trace the contours of her body, her fingers lingering on the strings of her blouse. One by one, she loosens the knots, her eyes never leaving her lover's gaze, until the garment falls away, revealing her firm, dark breasts. She continues to dance, her hips swaying, her sari slithering down her legs, leaving her naked and ready for love.