DRACULA THE RETURN 

At an exclusive elite spa club in L.A., in the private gardens and outdoor pool area, a refined, elegant, respectable gentleman lay on a sun lounger in partial shade in a reserved area, waited on by his personal assistant as he slowly sipped a lightly spiced Bombay gin and tonic. A beautiful, long-legged assistant in a light grey linen trouser suit knelt beside him and, from a bottle of De Lar Special X Exclusive sun factor, sprayed and gently massaged the lotion into his pale white skin. A few yards away, under parasols, his bodyguards stood perfectly still, perspiration running down their faces. When his assistant had finished applying the sun lotion, she passed him his expensive laptop and asked, “Would there be anything else, sir?”