Sex

Despite already boasting a considerable number of traditional customs, Japan still has no problem at all in importing foreign festivities — especially financially profitable ones — and giving them an imaginative twist to make them more money meaningful.

So, Valentine’s Day now boasts obligatory gifts as well as White Day a month later, and Christmas too has been converted to make it more palatable, although the nation’s fondness for feasting on ‘festive’ fried chicken is frankly unfathomable.

As, it has to be said, is the blending of traditional Japanese bondage (link contains bare bodies) with the bearded and big-bellied bearer of Christmas gifts. An art-form that, while strangely becoming on a suitably attired siren,

somehow isn’t so sensuous on a suited,

and sadomasochistic Santa.

Japanese love hotels offer a vast array of designs and devious delights, but for those after a bit of nature to add to their naughtiness, then the euphemistically monikered meeting place below could be right up their alley. A, ahem, healing space that magically conjures its customers from the concrete of the capital to the cold of northern Canada.

In fact, so fantastic is the effect, that it’s practically impossible to tell them apart, leaving many people baffled as to which is aurora borealis,

and which is a bath.

When it comes to dodgy dens of indecency, the Japanese capital quite literally takes some beating, with more than its fair share of maid made to measure ministrations. But, whereas many places make their particular niche well known — whether it be fatties or even furtive fiddles — one or two are happy to just hint at the noble naughtiness they hold nightly.

Although at the somewhat saucier Super Saloon, the publicised performance (パフォーマンス) may well be based around the participants’ pants rather than any pirouetting prowess.

Sadly, at least for those of a more sordid mindset, the almost mythical used panty vending machine appears to be very much a thing of the past, with rather more mundane merchandise now the main means of making money. A shift that was presumably brought about by a change in the law rather than logistics, as the sale of pungent pants was deemed illegal around half a decade ago.

However, where there’s a will there’s a way, and while this portacabin of porn boldly proclaims its stock of costumes and other collectibles,

a peek inside also reveals it has packs of used panties.

Well, sort of. The only problem being that due to the aforementioned law, they apparently only look like the real thing and, quite surprisingly, have a fragrance of fruit. Mango to be exact. Which, it has to be said, sounds almost unfeasibly fishy.

But regardless of their realism, for the connoisseur after contraband that’s more convincing, there’s still a staggering selection of stuff to choose from,

which, it has to be said, is certainly not to be sniffed at.

(click images for less pixelated panties)