In an ordinary caf&#233; in an ordinary city neighbourhood, a couple of friends meet for coffee and a casual chat about this and that. This is a world where clothing is just a way of decorating the body, not covering it up.<br /><br />For example, the lady on the left wears a skin-colour job. This is no mere body paint as we know it, as it doesn&#8217;t rub off or wash off by itself: it will only come off when she wants it to come off. Perhaps to be replaced by another design, or nothing at all. She can change it as easily as we change clothes.