Welcome to the Salon Esperanto, a place of decadence and debauchery, where reality is suspended and the walls flicker like a dying monitor. Here, anonymous rabbits sip gin from the emaciated leg of a woman while bugs swarm the air. The gin and tonic is poison, yet it promises an escape from the wretchedness of a world of lude women and drugs, debts and wrong numbers. But beware, for you can never unsee what you have seen in this grand illusion. So take a seat, and be ready to experience a momentary lapse in reality.