Enforced Modesty

The vibe is a twilight stroll through a garden, thick with sprawling green fig trees and lilac. There are ancient-looking marble busts and statues dotting the property in various levels of decay. The air is thick, sweet, and somewhat humid. You come to a life-sized classical nude, posed pouring water from a vase in to the earth below. Covering their nakedness, someone before you has stuck a fig leaf to their pelvis with a bit of the plant's natural latex.