Look, it's seven pretty and languid "personal fantasy" scenes of sexually athletic Asian women having sex with lucky men and each other. An assortment of vibrators co-star. Who needs to know more? The soundtrack is pleasant but a bit mall-flavored, encouraging the mute button, which is too bad because the moaning is often pretty darned nice. Viewers learn important secrets about Frederick's whipped cream during the end credits. Decker does a bit of light choking.