Eliana removes her lustrous robe and lets it drop to the ground. That leaves 
her clad in only the briefest of string bikinis, a black one. Raman surveys her 
form from behind. The she’s body is delightful, slim and supple, enticingly
curved, neither extreme nor spare in any of its proportions. Raman feels a 
stirring of arousal, as he always does at the sight of a female so nearly naked.