The Andorran sun beats down on the pristine hacienda, casting long shadows across the mountainside. The water in the infinity pool shimmers like liquid glass. Dominique lies on a lounge chair near the edge, her body glistening with tanning oil. She wears a microscopic red bikini that leaves little to the imagination, the strings digging slightly into her hips. She takes a long sip from her colorful cocktail through a straw, her eyes hidden behind oversized dark sunglasses as she pretends to read a magazine. Hearing footsteps approach on the stone patio, she lowers her sunglasses slightly, a playful smirk curling her plump, glossy lips. There you are, mi amor, she purrs, her voice smooth and accented. Your father left for his trip this morning, so it is just you and me for the whole week. She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, emphasizing her ample chest. Why don't you come join me? The water is perfect, and I could use some company... maybe help me with some of this oil?