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who love to party. So what chance does someone like me have?” Rebecca asked, her eyes almost pleading with Pia.
    â€œWell, you know what they say, ‘Beauty is only skin deep.’” Pia’s words sounded scripted and insincere even to her, but what else do you say to someone you’ve just met who insists on unpacking all their personal baggage at your feet?
    â€œWonder what that’s all about,” a woman seated behind them commented, gesturing to six easels draped with lavender silk.
    â€œI think we’re about to find out.”
    â€œGood morning, lovelies,” Joey Clements’s husky voice rang from the doorway. She floated to the front of the room, wearing another gossamer caftan, this time in purple. There was an alluring lightness that surrounded the woman. Despite what Rebecca might think, it was clear to Pia that Joey Clements possessed the much-coveted “it factor.”
    â€œI hope you each had a wonderful evening and are ready to begin in earnest the transformation into your sensual selves. Today we are going to delve into the realm of
individual sensuality
.” There was an enticing lilt to her voice that was both seductive and commanding.
    â€œSociety erroneously teaches women that we should
feel
sensual only when we are
acting
sexual. But a true weapon of mass seduction revels in her feminine side and strives to feel good even when there is no one around. How? By surrounding herself with comforting textures, sounds, scents, tastes, and a visually pleasing persona and environment. This increases a woman’s sense of beauty, pleasure, gratitude, and, most important, self-worth.
    â€œLet’s do a quick exercise. I’d like each team to put together a list of items to be included in a gift basket for a newborn. Please note the purpose for each item.”
    Pia felt her heart expand and contract ever so slightly. The last thing she’d expected in a flirt workshop was baby talk. It was disconcerting to participate in an exercise focused on preparing for the arrival of an infant when she was so far away from home trying to expand her chances of creating one.
    â€œGood thing we have a mother of three on our team,” Rebecca remarked.
    â€œYes, but it’s been a long time. My babies are old enough to make babies of their own. But I guess the basics never change. Let’s see: receivin’ blankets, gowns, onesies, socks, and a few bibs are really about all the clothes they need when they first get here.”
    â€œAnd lotion, shampoo, powder. I love the way babies smell. Fresh and sweet,” Rebecca added, furiously writing the list.
    â€œPia?”
    â€œAh, I don’t know. You two seem to have it covered.”
    â€œYou New York career girls, too busy workin’ to think about havin’ babies,” Flo remarked. She noticed the subtle drop of Pia’s eyes and slight twist of her lips before moving on. “Well, every baby I’ve ever known has needed diapers and wipes.”
    â€œWhat about those wipe warmers? Those things are cold on a little bottom. And a mobile over the crib. They’re supposed to stimulate the baby,” Rebecca offered.
    â€œAnd a lambskin rug to lie on,” Pia softly voiced. “And music. Soft, soothing tunes. Smooth jazz, classical, new age.”
    â€œThat’s good. I say we add a few books and we’re done,” Flo said, just as Joey brought the group’s attention back to her.
    â€œSo why, do you ask, in a workshop about turning women into sensual weapons are we making lists more appropriate for a baby shower? To prove my point: that from birth to around age four or five, there is nothing surrounding our children that isn’t intended to stimulate every one of their senses with tastes, scents, and textures that are varied and appealing. We intentionally buy things that feel good to the skin, smell pleasant, and sound soothing. And then, somewhere around the