The chauffeur stood still for a moment, then moved his broad hand up towards the button on his tight uniform jacket. His voice was low and hypnotic.'I can give you anything you want, Francesca,' he whispered. 'And I think I know what you want.'Behind an overgrown garden by the sea, a mysterious crumbling mansion harbours a tantalising secret. This fortress of grandeur is home to fading society beauty Alicia Moffat, her inscrutable chauffeur and a remarkable collection of priceless erotica.Francesca Leeman - a young writer - is commissioned to catalogue this very private collection. She finds her new acquaintances cultured, enigmatic - and a very perverse. In an atmosphere of perpetual stimulation, Francesca finds a strange security in their games of voyeurism and pleasure.
