Your choice is admirable. By overcoming the attractions of a femme fatale whom you have seen on other occasions exuding innocence and making Bambi look like the personification of evil (thus stressing the relativity and inconstancy of the human condition), and by limiting yourself to the merest hint of a belly button, you have reached the level of a master of Zen.
For the experienced meditator

The Bambi I'm referring to is an innocent fawn and not the slut you picked up at the bar last Friday night.

Warning to fetishists
The shirt she is wearing is not made of chainmail!

Warning from the Sturgeon General
Smoking may be harmful to your health!

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