We were paying for our meal at a local Steakhouse chain years ago,
The register was right between the in and out doors.
A couple walked in.
They had silverware in their hands, a gallon of water, and an igloo Playmate!
She was wearing a studded dog collar,
with a chromed dog chain snapped to it.
The chain ran down her shirt and went in between the buttons
right at nipple level.
I really wanted to pull her chain!
Didn't notice if they had a steak knife!
Sounds like some sort of tantric DOM live organ transport.
