Another one was at a dinner when the table next to ours consisted of eight businessmen, joined by a young thing in prostitute attire. Boisterous and glowing from a goodly amount of beer, they ended their meal bringing out a flat pan and a pickle look-alike that they said was rhinoceros horn that cost $30,000. They added some sort of fluid and rubbed the "horn" around the plate until a white, milky substance appeared. It was obviously meant to have Viagra-like powers. By now very friendly, they offered us a go. I was the only one in our group who partook, drinking a thimble full so as not to appear rude or cowardly. It tasted like flour and water with a bit of fish sauce thrown in. I swear it was plaster of Paris and definitely do not condone slaughter of animals for any so-called erotic effects.

The next day I was going to get feisty and flirty with the men in our group at the same time claiming that "No, it had no effect whatsoever."

It didn't.