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Andrea sees Lance glance at Robert and the butler runs toward the projector room. Within minutes the projector flickers on and a video begins to play. The first few seconds of the video are black and grainy, but the sounds of intense lovemaking play loudly over the speakers. The crowd gasps and the scene slowly comes into focus. Andrea immediately recognizes her room and closes her eyes—this is the scene from her nightmares—she doesn’t want to watch it replayed in front of her. “Open your eyes,” Lance whispers. “It’s not what you think it is.” Andrea opens one eye and looks up at the screen. Her stomach turns sickeningly—a dark-haired man thrusts powerfully into a woman below him. She wraps her legs around his waist and arches her back, moaning with pleasure. The camera shifts and their