I wore my dark gray suit, a purple tie and dark brown leather shoes.

In the shower, I sat on a stool, facing a buet filled with lubricant. I spread a little on my jacket, then I dipped my feet, shoes and everything, in the beat.

With a shower flower, I spread the lubricant all over my suit. Every gesture was slow, slippery, silent.

An absurd moment. And strangely soothing.