A typical all girl party group's adventure

The fully loaded ferry parks itself in disembarking position as soon as it was safe to cast the ropes. The 20 or so white women, all within the ages of 18 to 30, began piling off the ramp. Dressed in tight tops, bikinis, shorts, jeans, sunglasses and sandals, the first thing they did was congratulate themselves in finally making the long trip to paradise. It was the long week off from their various jobs and studies, a large group of friends and family who had been planning this trip for almost a year, the cheer and incessant noise deafening as the gaggle of hot, flesh revealing honeys from the States began to fill the air with excited giggling and loud chattering. They were herded beyond the threshold to much anticipated social and obligatory freedom, helpfully tended to by the smiling resort welcome crew who dispensed with all the hospitality they insistently offered their guests. Some of the girls came stumbling through, already having started with a few drinks from the airport bars and duty free shops.

One of them asked about the wonderfully sweet smelling scent she picked up when they were on the jetty, and she was politely briefed about the cultural customs of incense burning when welcoming visitors, as a sign of bringing good will and health to guests. None of them would ever suspect that such stories were unfounded and untrue. It was in fact an essential ingredient for the local men to enjoy their own much more sinister kind of paradise, starting from the this very moment on.