"Excuse me, madam, but I can see your bra, and a healthy amount of your cleavage. If you'd like to have a conversation with me that involves me looking into your eyes, could you put on a sweatervest, or something?"
I wouldn't even be able to HIDE it. I'd just blatantly stare at her tits the whole time. "What? Yeah. Sure. Uh-huh. Yes." :dunno: What's she going to say? "Are you staring at my tits?" "Well YEAH, duh! They're halfway out!" :dunno: Then you either get slapped and kicked out, or the beginning of an office porn scene. :2 cents: