Daddy's memories of Scarlett as a little girl clash with the woman standing before him. She's a vision of Italian beauty, her dark hair cascading down her back, her eyes sparkling with a mix of innocence and mischief. As she tells him about her day, he can't help but let his mind wander, imagining her in various states of undress, her body arching against his. She's his stepdaughter, but she's also a woman, and he can't deny the growing desire within him. It's a fucked-up fantasy, but it's one he can't shake, no matter how hard he tries.