In the second-floor vending machine, located next to the coffee machine and across from the men's room, you can get such delicacies as Mars bars, madeleines, and condoms. Yes, for 1 euro and some change you can buy a three-pack of Durex "jeans" (apparently these little caps are as comfortable as your favorite pair of Levi's...). This combined with the two-champagne lunch from a month ago and the gardener from earlier this week are making me a bit suspicious about the "behind-the-scenes" activities that are going on in my place of work. Is my job here simply an entry into sexual slavery, catering to the niche market for artsy girls and boys?