Tereza G., the Czech enchantress, takes the stage in Berlin's most decadent suite. Her body, a masterpiece of sinuous curves, is draped in lingerie that does little to conceal her assets. She's a vision of desire, her eyes locked onto an unseen lover as she begins to undress. Her hands trace the silken fabric over her breasts, down her stomach, until she's left in nothing but a thong. She lounges back, her legs spreading, and she touches herself, her fingers slick with her arousal, as she tells her fantasy lover exactly what she wants.