“...The majordomo indifferently placed my bag on the upholstered bench in front of the monstrously sized bed, turned around and disappeared. And then I heard the sound of pouring water. Someone was taking a shower. Damn. Crap. Damn. The last thing I needed right now was meeting a new client while he was wearing his mother's clothes. I had already clasped my hand on the strap of my purse and was about to quickly leave when the door swung open. A powerful figure emerged from the wall of steam. The lighting emphasized his silhouette in such a way that it created a completely supernatural image that would look appropriate on the big screen. I froze in place, amazed on the spot...”