In the port town of West Berk, there is a small theater on a hill. It is not the sort of theater with welcoming architecture and brightly lit signage, in which one finds popcorn and fun for the whole family. It is, instead, the sort of theater with a solid steel front door, an unadorned brick facade, and no windows, in which one finds the most private of items and the sort of feature presentations to which performers refuse to attach their real names.

In a time in which the ethernet is still barren, it is one of the scarce havens of pornography for the curious and the depraved of West Berk, and it thrives on the desperation of the shamed. The bricked up shop it inhabits was chosen for the lack of sight lines to the nearby streets, providing discretion to customers. Large hedges, disguised as ornamental planters, protect the approach and the grounds around the theater from prying eyes.

In the largest of these hedges, bright with the growth of flowers, there is a hollow where the sprinkler enchantments don't quite reach, where the bare mulch is soft and conveniently absorbent. After feasting their eyes on the carnal delights available within, many men and not zero women use this hollow hedge as a private refuge in which to pleasure themselves to completion.

For years, this amounts to nothing important.

But one summer night, by happenstance or by grace, these offerings of lust to this patch of earth add up to something more. Longing, for the other side of the screen. Longing, to pass through, to tear down, the barrier between them and the sexual exaltation they came to see. Longing, to be welcomed into the world they could only watch from the cold uncaring darkness. What was longed for in their hearts came into alignment with what they longed for in their loins, and that harmony became a prayer.

No one is there to witness it, as that prayer is answered, but answered it is. A curtain of flowers parts to reveal the impossible nude figure of a lusciously sexy young woman, torn from the wet dreams of a legion of porn addicts and made manifest in reality, as Camoensia opens her eyes to the world for the first time.

In the port town of West Berk, there is a small theater on a hill. It is not the sort of theater with welcoming architecture and brightly lit signage, in which one finds popcorn and fun for the whole family. It is, instead, the sort of theater with a solid steel front door, an unadorned brick facade, and no windows, in which one finds the most private of items and the sort of feature presentations to which performers refuse to attach their real names.

In a time in which the ethernet is still barren, it is one of the scarce havens of pornography for the curious and the depraved of West Berk, and it thrives on the desperation of the shamed. The bricked up shop it inhabits was chosen for the lack of sight lines to the nearby streets, providing discretion to customers. Large hedges, disguised as ornamental planters, protect the approach and the grounds around the theater from prying eyes.

In the largest of these hedges, bright with the growth of flowers, there is a hollow where the sprinkler enchantments don't quite reach, where the bare mulch is soft and conveniently absorbent. After feasting their eyes on the carnal delights available within, many men and not zero women use this hollow hedge as a private refuge in which to pleasure themselves to completion.

For years, this amounts to nothing important.

But one summer night, by happenstance or by grace, these offerings of lust to this patch of earth add up to something more. Longing, for the other side of the screen. Longing, to pass through, to tear down, the barrier between them and the sexual exaltation they came to see. Longing, to be welcomed into the world they could only watch from the cold uncaring darkness. What was longed for in their hearts came into alignment with what they longed for in their loins, and that harmony became a prayer.

No one is there to witness it, as that prayer is answered, but answered it is. A curtain of flowers parts to reveal the impossible nude figure of a lusciously sexy young woman, torn from the wet dreams of a legion of porn addicts and made manifest in reality, as Camoensia opens her eyes to the world for the first time.