As though there were another iota of proof needed that, oh yes indeed, Budapest truly is the end of the proverbial rainbow in the particular pot o' gold for which one is searching for happens to come in the shape of a long-stemmed 20-year-old sex machine with an elastic bung, 20-lb libido and no discernible morals, scruples or inhibitions in the sexual arena, Frank Thring has trotted out the second installment in has fledgling European Makeovers line to bang the point home like John Henry driving steel.

Not suprisingly, the girls all look a whole lot better before the "makeover," during which their make-up is applied as though with a trowel, and the young lovelies have foisted upon them threads so damn tacky they'd make Cher gag.  Happily though, the make-up is soon smudged and the clothes mostly discarded in favor of lots of sweaty recto-centric bone-rattlin'.  Especially impressive is Natasha, the only non-Hungarian here, who hails from Ukraine and who says she's a violin teacher by profession; and Timia, a local girl whose asshole is ground zero for some no-nonsense Booty-pest-style cock-stashing.