Or how about sneaking away from an ultra-formal black tie business dinner? She squeezed into the tiniest black dress that would still be considered appropriate, and me in my Armani tuxedo. Her bent over a well-polished 1921 Steinway grand piano, and me behind her gripping her hips with one hand while trying to muffle her moans with the other. The rest of the dinner party barely 100 feet away in another room.