Into the space between the girl and the watchers, a couple of dozen men 
are introduced. Some come running out of their own accord, some look as if 
they've been pushed, some wander in as if they've been walking down the street 
(stark naked) and gone in the wrong door. Some are Asian, some European, some 
African. Some have to be prodded by frenzied
celebrants who charge out of the crowd and shove them here and there. 
Eventually they form a circle around the girl, and then the drumming builds to 
a deafening crescendo, speeds up until it devolves into a rhythmless hailstorm, 
and then suddenly, instantly, stops.