Montreal's enchantress, AngieV, is alone in her opulent hotel suite, the city lights twinkling outside her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her mind wanders, replaying her recent tryst with a wealthy stranger. She picks up her phone, dialing a number she's committed to memory. As she waits for the call to connect, she sheds her robe, her body bare and eager. Her voice, a smoky purr, begins to weave a tale of her desires, each detail more explicit than the last, as she seeks to indulge in a steamy, long-distance rendezvous.