The orgy went on for hours, but the pattern of convection gradually slowed 
down and condensed into a stable arrangement, like a circulating crowd in a 
theatre that settles into its assigned seats as curtain time approaches. A 
broad open space had formed at the center of the pit, and the innermost ring of 
spectators consisted of men, as if these were in some sense the winners of the 
enormous fornication tournament that was nearing its final round. A lone 
Drummer circulated around this innermost ring, handing something out; the 
something turned out to be mediatronic condoms that glowed bright colors when 
they were stripped onto the men's erect phalluses.