A woman agrees to "meet with" a rich Burmese ivory trader in exchange for $10,000 she needs to repay the society relief fund, which she's been playing too heavy on the margin. She meets the man to pay him off when her husband gets the cash, but the man won't be so easily bought off, so he brands her skin with his personal seal. Sounds good, but it abounds in cheap sentiment and congratulating self-righteousness -- not an ounce in this pound of crap did anybody who made it believe. It probably gave the ladies who lunch a good talk or two though!
