Legend has it that when Cleopatra wanted a private meeting with Julius Caesar, she had herself rolled up in a luxurious rug and delivered to his quarters. When he unrolled the gift, out rolled the sensuous young queen who would end up becoming his lover. Science has since dispelled this idea as impossible to pull off, but there's something seductive about the idea anyway. A woman who knows how to luxuriate in a swath of fabric, one who knows the power of her beauty and sensuality, and one clever enough to use it to get what she wants is an archetype that has survived thousands of years and will continue to. The long lines of Alece's sensous legs and taut body are a perfect contrast to the swirls and bunches of fabric that she clutches as she writhes around in delight. Maybe that was Cleopatra's real gift - to womenkind, not to Caesar - the understanding of what pleasure and power your own sensuality can give you.