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The door opens...she is overwhelmed. It is perfect, right down to the roses on the circular table. The door closes and the fantasy begins. "Close your eyes," he whispers. A pop of a champagne cork, the soft splash of liquid being poured into glasses. A cool flute of champagne is pressed into her hand. He is behind her, arms encircling, lips on her neck. The mood is sensuous, exciting; the moment like an assignation.

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