I don't know, when it comes to using lame erotic thrillers as templates for cookie-cutter sexual fantasies, I prefer Crimes of Passion. Vibrator-knives...oh!
I don't know where to start, between the martini glass, the candles, the smoking jacket, the couch and his overall voice tone...this is either the most amazing spoof on creepy-old lounge guys whose entire life is sex or is a full-blown (oh!) document on how to be a creepy old lounge guy whose entire life is sex (or wishes it was)