Sitting on the beach in the Caribbean. Out of nowhere comes this spectacularly built hunk of a man (outfitted in a Speedo, of course). He proceeds to serve me a lunch of butter poached lobster over a bed of arugula with a light vinaigrette. He makes sure my martini (served in a Steuben glass, of course) is always filled. When I finish my lunch, he stands by my side and fans me with a palm frond as I sip 1907 Heidsieck champagne and munch on Knipschildt chocolates (at $2,600 per pound) and an assortment of fresh berries.