A club-hopping, man-about-town who splits his time between the Hamptons and the fabulous islands of the Mediterranean, followed by his whole entourage of friends and admirers, Ataysouay is well-tanned, manicured, pedicured and smells wonderful. Unbeknownst to him, though, he is about to set foot in the home of Trajan, Gavin and Yakob, where he will hear profanity and language the likes of which no social-networking or elbow-rubbing in the hottest clubs in the world could have prepared him.