It is bright midday and I am scuba diving in the beautiful warm Caribbean with Camille. The water is clear and I can see through this world for miles. We swim through a thicket of enormous, but delicate lacy sea fans. Some are as small as a tissue and others are billowing sheets of intricate patterns.
We swim through a portal that is no bigger than a saucer and enter into a massive cavern with walls covered in gemstone clusters. Camille now has a full body tattoo of shimmering gold and is dressing her glowing nude body in the sea fans that she has collected along the way. She is supremely feminine. I am in my regular clothes and feel boring in comparison. In demonstrating her sensuous dance that men find irresistible, her body undulates and the fans simultaneously call out and invite in.