I guess I lead a sheltered life because I had no idea that there was such a thing as naked sushi model.
But apparently there is a restaurant in New York where a semi-naked woman lies on your table covered in sushi. 'kay then!
Melanie Berliot tried it out for one night and wrote about her experiences for Vanity Fair.
For an hour and a half I laid there, while the men surrounding me drank and ate and stared, and sometimes poked at my bare body. Toward the end, I had to dart my eyes across the ceiling to avoid falling asleep. I was that comfortable, or that wishful for escape. When Koko tapped my shoulder and told me the dinner was over, I was partly relieved, and partly amazed so much time had elapsed. I managed to dismount the table far more elegantly than I’d climbed onto it, and I left the room, smiling.
Should I ever find myself in need of a job, I think this is one I will pass on.