The company I work at takes pains to inform people at orientation that the company frowns upon cleavage of the boob- and butt- varieties.
A prudish, drab creature came up to me one day and anounced, scandalized, that she could see my bra (the merest hint of which was peeking out from the neckline of my top). I looked down and said "ah. Okay. That's alright."
She blinked at me expectantly and for an instant reminded me of my terrier who speaks NO Engrish. Seeing I made no effort to cover up, she fairly hissed "this is a Christian company."
I said "it's okay. These are Christian breasts."