Those flaring nostrils give Saffron Burrows away. Gazing out from big, blameless, insolent eyes, she may present herself as a proper English lady, but a scent of sex wafts by, and by God if it hasn't emanated from our own dear Ms. Burrows. Suddenly the stiff-lipped resolve of the mouth--stiff but plump and juicy--quivers in a sensualist's gasp. The eyes dart like those of a furry, wild thing. Has anyone noticed that within this prim fox is a ravening minx? Only everyone who laid eyes on The Loss of Sexual Innocence (1999), in which subtle spice Saffron plays identical twins, one of whom stands fully naked in the bath, presenting the ready-to-be-randy Burrows bum in its entirety, a posterior to slaver over for all posterity.