QUOTE : There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. Pain wrenched her heart. All those skills she had developed so painstakingly as a girl were apparently going to destroy a dream that she'd never had the courage to hold...'It's only desire,' she explained, watching his eyes. 'Desire is an artificial thing, created by - by -'<br />'By what?'<br />'By artificial things,' Annabel said obstinately. 'Smiles I practiced, Ewan...You don't understand how fabricated it all is...I let my hips sway when I walk, because men like it. You like it.'<br />'Your hips don't sway naturally?'<br />'No. Or perhaps they do at this point, but only because I consciously changed my walk when I was younger. But it's all just a facade, put on to inspire desire.' ...<br />'A game of desire?'<br />"No. A game to get what I wish from men.