Grotesque vision of two Victorian men 'pleasuring' a woman. All three appear grotesque, apparently the victims of some kind of sexual plague, although there is much laughter, they seem almost carefree about their decaying forms, and the scene never quite turns into the nightmare it could be.

"Light, downy hair upon breasts and belly. Burn marks throughout."
"It would appear that your quim has torn off what's left of my lips."
"Delightful teethmarks across buttock and thigh."
"Don't worry, my John Thomas is so small there's hardly any damage."
"Forgive me madame, one of my eyes seems to have fallen into your quim."
"I'm afraid I seem to have bitten off a few of your fingers there I'm afraid old bean."
"Madame, if you would be so kind as to sing for us, with what is left of your exquisite face..."

And the haunting sound of her voice, from a faceless face, more neck than head, singing as if in reverse.

Rollo Kim