Amidst the steamy Khmer heat, the num-cake fetishists come together, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The kitchen counter is a canvas of flour, eggs, and other baking essentials, but it's the cake itself that takes center stage. As the participants knead the dough, their hands move with a rhythm that's both sensual and obscene. The room is filled with the sticky sound of their pleasure, a symphony of moans and slurps that drown out the hum of the oven.