A long drawn out moan shattered the silence in the room.

Mirrors lined the walls on three sides and the fourth wall was a seamless window that stretched from the floor to a high vaulted ceiling. A panoramic view of skyscrapers and bridges teeming with cars filled my sight. I heard the distant roar of a metropolis at night, cars and horns blaring, but it was the occupants of the room that drew the eye.

Another moan, followed by a breathless whisper brought my attention to the large bed sitting in the exact middle of the room.

Red silk sheets pooled carelessly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Pillows covered in matching scarlet silk littered the gleaming marble tiles along with scattered clothes from the couple on the bed. A black lace bra draped a red velvet chaise lounge, a pair of men's trousers had been tossed hastily aside, halfway under the chaise.

Two wrought iron candle sticks, each holding six, tall, ivory candles cast a flickering amber glow over the bodies of the man and woman. The woman was tall, with long, graceful legs and arms, a lean body with a concave stomach, small, firm breasts and an all over golden tan that glowed in the candlelight. Her head was thrown back revealing a gracefully arched neck and a tangled mass of dark, blond hair. Her expertly manicured hands gripped the arms of the man above her.

The man's alabaster body worked slowly up and down between her spread thighs, the muscles in his legs flexed with each thrust and his broad shoulders worked in a tight rhythm of flex and release.

His hand reached down and he quickly pulled her leg up high around his hip and her moans increased as he began to thrust faster and harder. Her mouth opened on a breathless cry and she expelled a long pent up breath of repletion followed by a small laugh as she ran her hands over her lover's shoulders with a covetous expression on her face.

His head tilted back and a deep groan issued forth, sweat dripped from his silvery blond hair and made his face glisten in the wavering candlelight. He turned his head to the side and smiled directly at me.

He had large gray eyes, full lips and high Slavic cheekbones flushed from his exertions. His pale blond hair was cut close to his head in a vaguely militaristic style. His smile challenged me to come closer and he actually raised his hand towards me ... beckoning....

"I'm coming to get you," he said with a hard, resolute expression.