The museum’s most controversial acquisition was kept in a climate-controlled chamber at the back. The item was a small, leather-bound book, its cover blistered by fingernails. It was a manual of affection: a taxonomy of gestures—slides of palm across jaw, codes of breath under chin, the sequence that turned two strangers into conspirators for a single evening. Its title had been rubbed away intentionally; the room’s sign read only: "Nonconformist Touch: Restricted Access."
