Last night a crime was committed–
... that is!

There was a party last night at the fabulous Beverly Hills mansion belonging to the equally fabulous Moneys - Xavier and Alotta - a jet setting couple forever hob-nobbing with the rich and famous. Outrageous parties always seems to encourage outrageous behavior, and last night, safe from the prying eyes of strangers, when everyone dressed in devilishly sexy outfits, the atmosphere was ripe with the promise of mischief.

At some point while the champagne flowed, lust erupted and - in a rush of excitement - shamelessly swept away what little inhibitions remained. Somebody was being naughty. Dawn broke and brought with it came a mystery: someone boinked one of the hosts.

But Who? Where? How? The media hounds are drooling and Bunnygirl magazine is offering a substantial one million dollar payment to the guest that can prove who boinked, where they boinked, and what play toy was included in the boinking.

Secrets. Dirty little bits from our sordid past that we try to hide. Everyone has them. Somebody needs to spill them. They say confession is good for the soul, bringing with it sweet relief, and - with luck - the culprit will be helpless in your hands. Before long, you will tease and coax the truth out. All of it. Every last drop. There will be nothing left to conceal when you get finished.

Whatever your motive - money, revenge, or pleasure - you mean to get to the bottom of this mystery, whatever it takes and wherever it leads. Who knows - it might even have been you. The memories of last night remain smoldering in your mind. In hindsight, some things stick out. What lay concealed beneath the lighthearted flirting, the random ass grabbing, and the not so casual glance?

You're no detective, but for a million dollars you can be Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, and Phillip Marlowe rolled into one. And you better hurry: you face some pretty stiff competition.

Let's get started!