The two violins lay together, entwined in harmonious tribadism. Their bouts cried out together, reaching peaks of oscillation and ecstasy. A double bass watched them from afar, jealous of their love.

But, that night, as she lay cradled in the arms of her mistress, the bull-dyke fiddle succumbed. There, she gave voice to her passion, moaning shamelessly at the thrill of lover's touch. Together, they made beautiful music.