A luxury yacht in the med, you find upon whence swimming. You climb aboard and the decks are empty. You open the door to the captain’s quarters. He is there, in bed, draped in a velvet robe, just slightly revealing his hairy legs. You inch forward, and gently smell him – his scent is that of a millionaire man. He wakes, and smiles, and a subtle wink beckons you over, to be with him.