Ruy Sanchez returns to Mogador in this story about the anti-love affair, and the ludicrous search for the erotic. Despite the multiple faces of desire, eroticism is only an illusion. It exists like a second skin that burns and comes alive like a sleepwalker. It lives for the adventure of playing with fire. A frustrated editor of an erotic magazine is hell bent on writing about the Arab Kama Sutras, but it appears that life is also hell bent on showing him how wrong he is.