I'm sitting opposite Vivi, Yuri, Kotome and Zina, trying desperately hard not to think about sex. But it's hard, it's very hard.
These four supervixens, errr, um, let's try that again. These four musicians are members of a band called 54 Nude Honeys and they are hot. The band is hot, I mean. I mean, the music that the band plays is hot.
At first sight it's easy to take the Honeys for some sex gimmick; the way they dress up in leather hot pants and high heels . . . and shake themselves around on stage, especially Zina, the dancer, that's her job, to wiggle and waggle and wobble in a wild way, but also Yuri, the singer, she kind of bends . . . and . . . oscillates eye-catchingly. But this is not just about sex: I'd say a Nude Honeys live show is 90 percent about the music and, erm, about 90 percent about sex. The other 10 percent is about catching your breath. Water, please.