The rays of the sun penetrate the fabrics of the desert tent; everything inside is hung with curtains, behind one of which Simon is hiding.

You are standing in front of the Arab Sheikh who enjoyed your dance. Your mission is to seduce him and extract information. You are wearing a scarlet-bedlam, reflections of light spread throughout the room, with every smooth movement of your hips.

Simon swallows, clutching his machine gun in his hands, his pulse quickening as he eagerly watches you..