A women in a gondola in Venice is eating ice cream. The gondola shakes and she drops a piece of ice cream on the shiny lacquer of the gondola. When she bends over to pick it up, through the mirrors standing nearby, the gondoliere can look onto her cleavage. The lady stands up straight, irritatedly readjusts her low-cut dress and turns away from the mirrors.

Crème d’Or. Worth a sin.