The Shrine of Narcissus

“You’ve made it into a shrine.”
Dorian distinguished pain and amazement in Baz’s voice.
They looked at the nine monitors. The nine naked Dorians were as beautiful as ever, maybe even more than before, dancing slowly and seducing the viewer. A huge bed stood in front of Cathode Narcissus.
“I thought you wanted the whole world to see it. Anyway, it grows... I grow more beautiful every time I use it.”
“Use it! This,” Baz pointed a finger at the monitors, appalled, “is art! Not a thing to be used and certainly not to be fucked in front of.”