A woman with long dark brown hair wrapped in garnet velvet. It reminded him of an old and delicious Burgundy, a farfetched metaphor, but interesting. As he stroked along the curve of her body, he was drinking that intoxicating wine. He picked up the bow and slowly slid it across the string, as if gently lifting his skin with a feather. The subtle sound of flipping the program stopped, and the sound of the piano flowed out, touching the nerve endings, and invading the most secret place of the body.