Aurora. I can see her in my mind’s eye now. Beautiful long black hair gently falling down her back, a sharp nose and chin in profile as she looks out towards the speaker at the piano, alabaster skin, the full lips that are definitely capable of a beautiful pout, and those thin long fingers that can give so much sensual pleasure.

She listens with rapt attention to the black British man giving a powerful performance with his poems and piano playing, and I look around at the audience. The women...