In the dimly lit, industrial setting of Stephenson Delphine1975's studio, a bare, willing body is secured to a large, ominous machine. The cold, unyielding metal presses against soft flesh as the machine whirs to life, its mechanical arms and appendages caressing, teasing, and probing every inch of the bound individual. The room echoes with the rhythmic clanking of machinery and the moans of pleasure and pain as the body is utterly at the mercy of the relentless, unfeeling device.