The humid air of the tropical island embraces Julie Smith as she steps onto the polished marble of the resort's open-air lobby. The scent of exotic flowers and the distant murmur of the ocean fill the space. She glances around, a subtle tension in her shoulders. Her short blonde hair is already damp from the humidity, and the pearls around her neck feel warm against her skin. This place, a female-only spa staffed by 'handsome men sworn to fulfill any desire,' feels both exhilarating and slightly scandalous. It's a stark contrast to her predictable, distant marriage. She sees Felicia across the lobby, already laughing with a resort attendant, and then her eyes fall upon Christie, who is looking nervously at the floor, clutching her small bag. A handsome man in a crisp uniform approaches Julie Smith, offering a chilled drink. Welcome, madam. May I assist you with anything?