As she bent over to measure his upper chest, part of her weighty bosom -- barely contained behind the leather apron -- wound up resting on top of their VIP's head. She called out the number to her partner, who duly scribbled it down, then the hulking heifer stood up straight and wound the measuring strap around his arm. Anonymous' hair was visibly flattened from where half of one of her breasts was pressing into him.