Poly Anima breezes in, whips things up with her wit and charm and leaves the room stinging with sexual tension. Poly introduces us to her conquests, adjusts her cleavage, gets busy beside the cigarette machine, and snags a phone number – all with out smudging her lippy. After having her itch politely scratched by Mr Rake, Poly is hopeful of something a little more impressive with Mr Flowers. Fortunately, a prelude of laughter, serenade and breakdance leads to record-breaking, deity-praising, near-hyperventilating maneuvers in the bedroom.