
Vermilion Sands is a fully automated desert-resort designed to fulfil the most exotic whims of the idle rich but now languishes in uneasy decay populated only by forgotten movie queens solitary impresarios & the remittance men of the artistic & literary world. It is a lair for beachcombers hangers-on & malignant obsessions
- a place where sensitive pigments paint portraits of their mistresses in a grotesque parody of art; where prima donna plants are programmed to sing operatic arias; where dial-a-poem computers have replaced poets; where psychosensitive houses are driven to murder by their owners' neuroses; & where love & lust in the hands of jewel-eyed Jezebels pall before the stronger pull of evil.