The celebrated children’s book author Gilles Bachelet takes us on a decidedly adults-only peep-show into the dirty doings in one cushy hotel room in Paris. At first: a simple room, two pristine, innocent white pillows languishing on the bed. And then: off with the pillowcases, here come the long thin pillows, the voluptuous pillows, the pimp-daddy pillow peddling pillow porn, and the leather-and-chain–clad pillows. Flying feathers, exploding stuffing—it’s complete pillow chaos. Until, exhausted, spent, they slip on their pillowcases once again, and leave. It’s as if nothing happened, a lone stray feather the only possible evidence.