[Intrepid Homoludens]

Then you look at your chair by the desk, lick your manly lips like a kept woman, and slowly approach the chair with indifference bordering on disdain, and sit down. You then strike yet another pose, one that would put Vargas' models to shame, before you bend down slightly to touch your lightly muscular legs (which you had just shaved this morning) and run your fingers oh-so-lightly up and down on them, barely touching the skin. And you giggle like an innocent little schoolgirl.

Oh Robsie, I cannot imagine anything else so effective to my eyes.