The simple mention of “seduction” implies that an unavoidable degree of dialogue will precede each encounter here. It might be glib to claim that whether one enjoys (or endures) such yakkity-shmackkity is gender-biased. But face it, glibness doesn't exclude truth. So for all the guys out there looking for a quick tug session, be forewarned: there's a lot of yakkity-schmackkity.
On the other hand, lipstick lesbians will appreciate each seduction. The first finds Leah Livingston and Melissa Monet engaged in a private lingerie-sales party. (Take that, Tupperware!) At least they keep it credible ... and subsequent action, incredible. A delightfully lusty fem session proves hard to top — though would it kill the director to call for a little booty-play now and again? Tame on you!