Mhmm. And the crows could not for the life of them find a single member that met his exacting standards. I recall my master at the moment looking at me and saying 'Zevran, if only you had breasts-' and looking quite thoughtful for a moment. Apparently with an appropriate pig's bladder and warmed gelatin you can make a reasonable approximation, provided one's neckline is high enough to hide the device.

[ Zevran crackles a soft laugh, tossing his hair. ] And then it was a matter of painting my face, pinning my hair, learning to walk in higher heels than I was accustomed to- but come the night of the masquerade? I was prepared.