Daniel is a painter, his specialty, painting nude models. He is somewhat discontented not with his skill but the self imposed brakes he has put on his love life. It's not terribly difficult for him to woe a woman into bed, in fact next to painting, his ability to get a woman down to her bare skin within seconds of meeting him was a skill he mastered much like his painting. A string of muses and temptation befalls him but none seemed to have that reeling quality until Charlotte entered his wilderness. A chance encounter on his commute home, he is left with her business card and the lingering memory of her. A restless night and a morning still lost in her trailing memory, he calls the number on the card and she comes to his studio. What happens next is unexpected, vexing and intriguing all rolled into one and finally Daniel thinks he has found that missing quality.