SCUD, 23, a WORKER has been toiling in the Engine Room for just under a year, but it feels like it’s been 20. He knows he’s been misled by the Ajüka propaganda machine that lured him there, and to which he’s now contributing unwillingly. He is generally disillusioned by his position, the chance of promotion to the city above feels very far off.

Like many Engine Room employees, WORKER has customised his blue work suit, which boasts sprayed-on, acid wash detailing. The ensemble is accessorised with an embellished felt hat along with regulation gloves and boots for protection.

HECTOR, 25, his POSER boyfriend, lives in downtown Ajüka having worked his way out of the Engine Room. He empathises with WORKER, but has recently become somewhat affected by his new life in the city and his flashy new job as a tailor to the great and good.

POSER’S own suit is fresh from the atelier. Understated and oversized, it allows him to cut a louche figure in the city streets, which he also stomps in claw-toed loafers – all the rage in Ajüka!

We meet the couple in an endless stairwell, one of the dingy, liminal spaces between the Engine Room and the Ajüka city far above. They are facing each other, leaning against a wall. POSER is holding WORKER’s hand, telling a long winded story, the latter looks downcast.