'Things can only get better', I think to myself as the door is opened by a voluptuous woman with 4 "Hi, My Name Is ________" tags trying in vain to cover a pair of beautiful breasts and a neatly trimmed bush. My brain works feverishly to decide where my name will be when I decide to expose her left nipple to my wanting eyes. This vision has stirred something in me and the rise of my loin cloth threatens to expose Tarzan's secret. Tarzan's curiousity is peaked and he can't wait for the last 3 guests to expose what other secrets this mystery woman hides.