It was mildly out of focus, bending and contorting its coloured body in the concave reflection of the scratched plexiglass of the London Underground Train. White earplugs were stuffed into aural orifices attached to a state of the art smart phone.
It was night-time and the zoom was very good.
Pleased with himself, dressed in his business suit, the south-eastern Asian man, on his way home from his long day at work, had a quavering self-satisfied smile on his face.
Zoom. Rotate. Landscape, those page 3 breasts look even better.
Her erotic body danced in the reflection of the train mirror, behind his head, exposing his dirty secret for the carriage to see.
A snicker, a laugh, those opposite began to blatantly expose the dirtiness of this commodification of the female body.
Zoom. Rotate. Landscape, those page 3 breasts are not your wife’s.
Zoom. Rotate. Landscape, your dirty little secret is brightly displayed