She is buckled into a leather dress with a studded collar. A buxom young woman with a mane of tangled blond hair in a bra top and hot pants climbs off a dancing platform at her company's booth, out of a cloud of smoke, and onto the shoulders of the crowd. She walks across them like a rock star, or a goddess. Like amber waves of flesh, hands reach from every direction straining to touch her. Outstretched arms with cameras and videos bob crazily.
Security guards signal their disapproval.
No nudity is allowed. The woman places oval company stickers on her nipples. The security guards shake their heads. She puts on larger stickers. Lyons is the real connoisseur.