I sat back down as Silver ordered our drinks. The cleavage of our waitress, Brandy, instantly caught and held my attention. A deep dim recess beyond a low neckline and between almost hidden breasts surrounded an ornate silver bauble hanging from a thin silver chain. Brandy’s super-power included the mesmerizing effect wielded by this generally twisting quick flash of precious metal. She bent over the table to get closer, to hear the orders spoken, a table away but bent forward at every opportunity to take hold of her customers’ attention as they stared helplessly into the semi-sanctified abyss. When Brandy asked for an order, the reply was immediately spoken, the speaker hypnotized and subservient. Brandy never lacked for tips.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs