These people are not my friends. I'm not in the sauna with them, behind the camera, a towel covering my modesty.
The Holy Grail light shining from the midriff of the bloke at the back is not real. What you see is a poor photograph of the front of an advertising booklet. I am not a good photographer.
The words on the front of the booklet, above these four charming young people, are "What is it like in your office during the summer?" The booklet is advertising air conditioning.
Now if this was my office, I would be very unhappy. Because it looks as though I'd be the one doing all the work. To be frank, each of these four employees look as though they're in the midst of their own highly personal erotic dream. I wouldn't mind if it was in their lunch hour but they can't all be on the same lunch, surely. Who's going to cover for them? Muggins, that's who.
It's alright, guys and gals. I'll answer your phones. Even though the calls are probably personal ones from some model agency or other.
This is just typical of the younger generation. They really think they can have it all.