“strange pirn” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “strange pirn”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “strange pirn” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “strange pirn”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.