They gather not to provoke, but to dissolve. A communion of pleasure in which no body stands apart, no gaze is cast in shame.
Movement renders their contours soft, like memories already fading.
If this is hell, it is a merciful one.

First piece of the E.R.O.M.I.T.O.S collection.
E.R.O.M.I.T.O.S – Erotic Ruins Of Memory In Technological Organic Skin.