Recently, in Japan, I experienced this as a participant. Posing naked on a slowly revolving plinth in the centre of the room, being admired and ignored, as people do with art.
I had a small number of pre-set poses, one or two extremely revealing. My favourite was sitting, knees bent, feet flat on platform, legs wide apart, elbows on knees, forearms hanging, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Poked. Prodded. Felt up. Admired and examined (very) closely in a few cases, I got wetter as the event, and the evening, wore on. People noticed!
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That'll be Shinjuku then! I once saw a girl walking down a street in nearby Harajuku; black, spiky leather suit all over. Old fashioned 1940s gasmask, dragging what looked like a life-support unit on wheels behind her. Weird. Japan.
Shinjuku!!! I LOVE that place. Harajuku is kinda weird too and they have those naughty evil, but so very yummy crepes filled with banana and cream and custard...YUMMM!
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