Hall of Infinite Doors

Your smile gives it away. "You're being naughty, aren't you," she asks coyly.

"Just a little," you admit.

"It's ok. Almost everyone I ever work with asks if they're real or not. I admit--I got my parents to get them when I was seventeen. Next everyone wants to feel them. Here."

She sits down next to you, unbuttons her coat and presents her bountiful bosom to you.

"Well, go ahead," she urges.