Downshifting to second and swinging into the drive, Eva's truck crept along as she drove up to the very large and imposing mansion, eyes widening in surprise. Having not expected such an impressive place as the scene of a possible orgy, she was astounded to see the grandeur of the house. Pulling into a parking spot near the entrance, she slides out of her rather large, thirsty, glossy black Ford pickup. Running fingers along the shiny, reflective surface, she listens carefully for any sounds that would alert her to this being a dangerous proposition. Hearing nothing but the ticking over of the diesel engine, she returns to the truck, grabs the invitation, and slams the door. It echoes in the silence as she makes her way tentatively up to the front door.<br/><br/>Glancing up at the door, she quickly reads the welcome note someone had left. "Come on in? Okay... I think I can do this." Hesitating momentarily, she gathers her courage, mentally encouraging herself.<em>Remember.... you're going to enjoy this. You came here because you're desperate for this kind of experience. Too many men around your area treat you like such a fragile little girl. There will most certainly be pleasures beyond your wildest dreams in that house. No more hesitation.</em>She takes a deep breath, then abruptly swings open the door. Stepping into what could only be called the grand entranceway, she turns and closes the door quietly. Taking one last slow turn to the beautiful home, she turns back to the pillar to her left and spots a second note, saying only "Living Room" with an arrow pointing in the right direction.<br/><br/>Crossing the marble floor before she can turn around and flee back to her truck, she starts picking up some muted conversation and quiet moans and laughter. Her body begins to instantaneously respond, a flush rising to her cheeks,  her nipples tightening conspicuously under the luscious, curve hugging green dress, showing off her emerald eyes to their best advantage. Unconsciously she starts twirling a strand of coffee coloured hair around her finger, which she always does when she's nervous.<em>Oh my god... are they going to like me? I hope I'm just as beautiful as all of the other women in there.</em>She finally works up the courage to step through the doorway into the living room, and immediately halts in her tracks. The colour rushes back to her cheeks and she barely suppresses a gasp at the pure orgy (for there could be no other word for it) of absolutely stunningly beautiful human bodies both giving and receiving pleasure, that are splayed in various positions throughout the room. She finds herself rooted to her spot, unable to move for fear of breaking the spell.