"Ever imagined what it's like to have a realtor who's this... accommodating?" Tony muses as Ivy Ireland, in a low-cut blouse and tight skirt, leans in to point out features of the luxurious home they're touring. Her scent, her breath on his ear, it's all part of the enticing package. Ivy's game is clear, and Tony's more than ready to play. As they ascend the grand staircase, the air thick with anticipation, Ivy's hand grazes Tony's, sending a jolt of electricity. They're alone, the house is empty, and Ivy Ireland is about to make an offer Tony can't refuse.