“I’ll come too,” you say. Kisska turns to you and grins, and Jessica casts a curious look at you. They seem surprised, or impressed, or maybe both.

“I promise you won’t be disappointed,” Kisska says. “Just hop up on the platform there.”

You step onto the platform beside Jessica. Standing next to them, you suddenly feel a tingle of something between you, a strange urge to lock eyes. As you turn to look at them, everything goes black. You feel an immense pressure in your head, blocking up your ears, the whistling — not unlike that of a kettle — somewhere far off. Your limbs are heavy, your stomach lurches as if it’s about to come out of your nose, it feels as if you are in an elevator falling, falling… and then, as suddenly as it started, it ends. You emerge, ears popping, from the disorienting darkness, a soothing orange light filters through your eyelids. You keep your eyes closed for a second, worried about what you might see. The sound hits you first, coming at you from every direction, weaving a giant tapestry of pleasure. A wonderful symphony of tongues on lips on hot skin and wet cunts, hands on hard cocks and teeth on necks, soft sighs and gentle moans.

You open your eyes and let out a little gasp as you realise you actually have been transported into one of the scenes from the Pornovision Room. You’re kneeling on a long wooden dining table — evidently you’ve arrived after dessert — and the guests of the dinner party have moved on to the orgy section of the evening. They don’t seem to notice your arrival, engrossed in their foreplay. The colours are more vivid than they were on the screens, and the writhing bodies around you all seem to be glowing. In fact you too are glowing, gently, and you’re surprised to find that you’re naked apart from a perfectly realistic strap on.

Suddenly you remember Jessica! This was all their idea after all, they had been desperate to leave the group and be shrunk into this scene. You hadn’t paid that much attention to them — they had seemed to be trying too hard, in your opinion. But now they’re lying on the solid oak table in front of you, naked, languid, glowing, the image of sensuality, surrounded by grapes and small bowls of pomegranate seeds. Their impossibly long black eyelashes perfectly framing their green eyes, their enormous headphones still looped around their neck like a pendant. The soft sounds of techno bleed from inside them, and Jessica moves unconsciously to the beat. “It’s from my latest set on Canal St. Martin,” they purr, watching you closely as your eyes follow the path of their hands running between their breasts.

You desperately want to hold those small pert breasts, put their erect pink nipples in your mouth and work your way down the soft skin of their stomach to the dark hair between their legs… kiss their thighs and,... They give you a coy smile, they know what you’re thinking. “Do it!” they whisper, forcefully, taking your hand with theirs and running it up the inside of their thigh. You feel a sharp tingle in your new appendage, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, and look down to see your dick stiffen. The tip grazes against the soft skin of their stomach and you feel a surprising throbbing sensation make its way through your entire lower body. You plunge forward, knocking over the pomegranate seeds, which roll across their torso, settling in the valley between their collarbones. You cover their neck in quick, impatient kisses, the small red kernels exploding in your mouth as you move towards their breasts. Finally, you take their nipple into your mouth and suck greedily.

Your new cock feels like it’s about to burst at the seams, you feel the pre-cum gathering at the tip and dripping onto the hot skin of their inner thigh. Jessica grabs your hand and moves it up to their wet cunt, breathlessly saying, “touch me”.

You feel a strong, soft hand gently cup your arse from behind and a voice whisper in your ear, “may I join?” Again, you feel your appendage pulse, at the same time, a rush of blood to your clit. You reach back with your free hand, pulling the stranger and his warm dick towards your cunt, and rubbing yourself on it while feeling Jessica twitch in anticipation beneath your fingers.

Suddenly, from a corner of the room, a ringtone pierces the air, drowning out all other sounds. You’re embarrassed, shouldn’t your phone be on silent? But wait..you put your phone in the box at the very beginning. It must have been Jessica! Everyone looks up. They all dissolve, and for a few seconds you return to the darkness, spinning, clutching at each other… Distorted snippets of sound: “The phone…” “...stuck…” “no one told them…” “why would they...” “...stuck”. Then everything comes back into focus, you’re still on the table, Jessica is holding your head to their chest and gently stroking it, the others in the scene have all gathered around you and are looking at you with a mix of concern, sympathy and anticipation. “Sorry for recording, Charli,” Jessica says, looking genuinely remorseful, “but I’m trying to get into ambient soundscapes for Sonus Festival this year.” The stranger is kneeling beside both of you, softly caressing your back: “The phone has broken the teleportation channel… I guess they didn’t tell you that you should leave your phones behind… you’re stuck in here until they fix it.” You look up at Jessica, you can’t believe you’ve been trapped in here because they were trying to further their DJ career. But at the same time, you’re also unbearably horny. Jessica turns to you and the stranger: “Might as well make the most of it then…”