It's like sitting on the white embankments of a cloud, or in the middle of a mysterious cloud. You open the door and the fog rolls across the floor covering your feet. You look inside and a beautiful woman dressed in short flowy lingere is standing in the single ribbon of light. She crosses the room and you can make out her curving features as she comes close to you. Slowly she reaches out and slides your vest off your shoulders, letting it fall perilously to the floor. Your shirt and your pants follow and she takes you by the hand, leading you to the bed, covered in soft petals. You sit as she begins to playfully caress and kiss your body. You are suprised when she produces body paint, then removes her sheer nighty and lays back on the bed to be your canvas. After a star is painted between her breasts she rolls over on top of you, stradles your hips and paints an arrow all the way down your chest and abdomen. "it's so it is clear where this is going." she winks, then produces a vanilla condom and procedes to apply it with her teeth. . .