There is only one guest for me!
I can imagine us in an outdoor hot tub getting acquainted over a glass or two of Bollinger at some private mountain retreat high in the Swiss alps. The snow flakes would shimmer around us and cover the mountains peaks. The hot bubbly water would warm our bodies and the Champagne heighten our joviality, sending our flirtatious laughter for miles into the quiet night!
After a while I would emerge from the water and let my Michael Kors golden swimsuit drop to the floor (in true Joan Collins style!), slip on a pair of Golden kitten heels, and wrap myself in the fluffiest white towelling robe that money can buy. I would hold up a towel for my by now excited companion to emerge from the water and show-off his meaty Rugby Legs!
We would then retire indoors reclining on Reindeer fur rugs in front of a large crackling log fire. We would feed each other chocolate covered strawberries dusted with gold leaf and gaze into each other eyes with sultry intent. As the fire warmed our bodies and our carnal lust, we would de-robe and see what other kind of noises we could eject into the moonlit mountains!
:whew::muscle: