Cooking class.

You join a group of women for a class of "Regional delicacies", which seem to consist mainly of seafood, fish and fishsoup. Your teacher is a young woman who tells you a lot about how to fry or steam certain fish and how to season them with herbs and spices.

At one point, she raises her eyebrows and tells you with a thick accent: "Careful! Not so much this spice. Makes you heat!"

You frown and cast a glance to the other participants, as you are not exactly sure what she's talking about, but most of them shrug or cast questioning looks back. "Heat?" you ask the chef. She nods. "Makes heat!" She starts to fan herself with her hands. "Makes man heat too! You want man in heat, you give him that spice!"

Oh. You start to understand what she tries to tell you... Not sure I want my husband more "in heat" than necessary, you think. Then you hear one of the other women giggle. "Oooh, I tasted it," she exclaims. "It's true! It's true! I can feel it. Hits you like an arrow!" Other women gather round her, some are dipping their fingers in the foreign spice. Sounds of laughter, murmuring and amazement follow.

"Want to learn more about love food?" the chef asks and a few participants nod eagerly.

"This clam here good for women," the girl starts lecturing you. "Helps you getting off quick! You taste, come on, taste! Here! And this herb here, you mix with cardamon and pepper and drink tea. And you go - poof!"

The cooking class has taken an unexpected turn but as you walk back to your villa, you feel elated and happy. And a bit aroused from all the sexual innuendo.