To whit; Vampire ladies in flimsy dresses hanging all oops-ups-eiderdown, and encouraged this method of hanging about in clubs.
After discussion with the Vampire Pretty1 in a Hundersbyesque proud and prejudicial fashion, and some mild mis-interpretation of ankles2 for pantaloon pythons, It suddenly hit me.
That Pretty is upside down in a dress... and yet the dress has not obeyed the laws of gravity and descended over her lithe body, hiding her visage and prominently portraying her pants to the public.
Or pubic. or something.
So that kind of put the mockers on my Get To See Almost Nudie Babes In Clubs By Getting Them To Wear light, Airy Dresses And Dangle Upside Down With Their Flange In Xym's Face plan, as the photogratification opportunity has the Pretty clad in a Stealth Dress!
Anti-Gravity raiment!
Perhaps that picture is not of some drunken lush larking about in the loos, but a necessary position to retain a lady's modesty!
Mayhap she needs to stay upsidey-down so that the anti-gravity reactors in her hem keep the skirt at a respectable, less labia-revealing level. If she were to turn through 180° and stand upright, perhaps her hem would shoot straight up to the ceiling, leaving her all a-dangle and neck-down nudie!
I don't know - them young womens and their fashions. Out and about in the city, a short breeze, and it's a-clutching of the short, flimsy skirt to stop it billowing up in the wind and flashing yer arsefloss that passes for pants. And then they put on these anti-Gravity dresses and have to hang from toilet doors, or walk upon their hands!
Ooooh wait - perhaps them Giant Flying Jellyfishies and UFO's are, in fact, just Anti-Grav skirts! Giant hooped skirts, powered by astronautical womens in Victorian bloomers to preserve their dignity. Directional traversement powered by farting forwards, queefing to reverse, and a cheeky lifting of a buttcheek to move left or right!
♪ Twinkle Twinkle, little star
how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high...
...Wait a minute, that's hair pie! ♫
It IS a twinkle! Oi, missus! Yer petticoats have parted resulting in anti-gravity gusset revelation!
1 ONE WHO FAVOURS THE WHALEBONE ENTIGHTENED ENCASEMENT OF THAT WOMANLY BOWER THAT INCARCERATES HER ADMIRABLE ASSETS, AND THE VOLUMINOUS KNICKERBOCKERS OF DRAUGHT PREVENTION (WHICH ACCOUNTS FOR HER HOT, FLAMING CHEEKS THAT NEED COOLING FROM THE RED HOT FLAME OF SHAME... OR WAS THAT FROM THE SPANKING?)
2 AND NOT, ONE HASTENS TO ADD, CANKLES. THOSE POP-SOX'D TROTTERS DANCING PIGS DISPLAY WHEN "AT THE HOP" DOWN THE WHATACUNT OF A METAL NIGHT...
