You’re eating a juicy, succulent lobster tail. You take a bit of that deliciously sweet meat and dip it in a tiny lake of drawn butter and fresh lemon juice. Your tongue courses seductively across your moistened lips as you lick away the buttery goodness. Aren’t you the naughty one! In no time at all, you’ll be stripped bare beneath the 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets with your significant other (or a total stranger) as you make out like a couple of farm animals. For shame. Where is your sense of decency? What the hell happened to your moral compass? Oh well . . . at least it isn’t sex at the table.