Especially when it’s temptingly empty.
I’ll spare you the ZZ Top / Carmen Electra mashup, which was pretty much what you’d expect, right down to the pole dancing. It’s not that I have anything against pole dancing, per se: it’s just that I’m still trying to figure out how being able to spin around one is supposed to convey the message I am skilled in and eager to demonstrate advanced sexual techniques, which one assumes is the point of the exercise.
And I will point and laugh at anybody who tries to fake decadent amusement at my naivite. I’m wise to all of your tricks, I am.