"And they thought that was porn?"
"I don't think they would have called it that. Erotica, maybe. But...yes. There's something so innocent about it, isn't there? I love the kimono on this lady here."
"I can't believe you're looking at the kimino."
"This isn't your late-night shocker, this isn't your gorey pop-up nonsense. This is - I suppose it isn't classy as such, but it's... There's something about it. It's old fashioned. Charming in its way."
"They had very different ideas then."
"The world wasn't sexualised, I suppose. Seeing half a naked woman was shocking enough. We're just looking for the next shock these days."
"Speak for yourself."
He lit a cigarette. "Is she going on the wall, then? Will she do? For your circus of innocence?"
He thought it was an ironic name - women adorned the walls, smiling too falsely, making a token attempt at modesty, nothing behind their eyes.
"No. She's too deliberate." He pointed to her eyes. "She's trying to tempt us. The woman up there - " he gestured, wondering (not for the first time) if they were women or girls - "really are innocent. They're just not wearing clothes. She's promising something."
"Probably because she's promising something." They share a grin, a sordid smile. "No, she can go into the box - I'll keep her, but she doesn't belong with the innocents."
"What will you do, when you complete your collection?"
"It's not the kind of collection you ever complete. You never stop looking for innocence."