The video cuts to a new scene and like an icon of blasphemy, she rises from a mirrored surface, and runs her hands across her gilded body.  I lean forward so that the sweat running down my now exposed back doesn’t soak the theater seat.

My breathing quickens as the video crescendos to where her silhouetted naked body, adorned with nothing but a few precious stones, is arrayed in a purple and scarlet light. I can feel everything in me tensing as I sit in stupefied adoration, fixated on her every movement I drink fully of her wine.

“Hey!” Obadiah’s shout crashes against me like a wave throwing me down and dragging me across the beach.

“Fucking, shit, fuck.” I say as I jump up and spin around to see him standing in the door frame