These imposing doors with automatic turning and the hushed, dulcet tones of the other diners set the tone. Very staid and conservative - really not me at all, at all, at all. I remember thinking a "Lady Godiva" might liven things up! Or...perhaps a Gypsy Rose Lee - now that would have everybody talking.
Some of the ladies opted for this delicious tart - a tart for a tart, I hear you say. Hmm..what happens at the lunch, stays at the lunch.
My lips are sealed.
Some other ladies had this ^^^ !
All in all, the propretries were observed and decorum prevailed. Although.....a couple of ladies were seen accosting the local Mr. Plod, something about could they see his weapon?
What Flower
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