The Golden Cage by Tereska Torres

She tasted every wanton pleasure and left nothing new beneath that burning sun.

'Rodrigo's couch was red velvet...and the books that surrounded it designed to shock, to horrify, to stir the blood. At one time or another, that summer in Figueira, certain women made the journey to Rodrigo's house. There was Pascale, the sensualist, the creature made for love. There was Odile, her daughter, mouse-afraid but driven by the desire to know, at last. There was Ariane, the film beauty, hard-headed enough to pay the price of luxury. And while the women were thus occupied, their men were not idle...That summer Figueira was Eden for them, a handful of people marking time for two months, dancing a last passionate bacchanal beneath the blazing sun of Portugal...'Miss Torres is a very naughty Aphrodite presiding over a multitude of libidinous extravaganzas.'-Parade of Books' -Back cover