Rosalind

The music is blaring, and there's four supermodels dancing on the beach in bikinis. There's a guy with a video camera in the powerboat next to the beach, and two pudgy, pasty twenty-something guys are dancing with the models while they smoke large cigars.

"Is it a music video?" Orlando asks.

"Hollywood?" Bruce asks.

"That's Ciara Moon," Orlando says, pointing at one of the skinny models.

"Of course you know the models by their names," I ...