Courtesy of VanityFair.com

By Melanie Berliet for Vanity Fair

“Lying here diagonally across the top of a dining table in the back room of Ambassador Wines and Spirits, naked except fo the scallop shells covering my nipples and the silk scarf sheltering my crotch, while guest gorge on sushi and sashimi pieces plucked from my torso, I require your cooperation.”

There is more than raw fish at stake. I owe it to Hirosaki Koko, the caterer who invited me here to night, to remain completely still. I owe it to the costomers who have paid good money for a dining experience spiked with a dose of sexual fetishism. And I owe it to the spirit of the Japanese practice of Nyotaimori.”

“The next moments proved to be intensly erotic, oddly enough…”

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*Wow*

Talk about hot sushi on a platter.

Don’t worry, men serve as platters as well. For male platters, it is called Nantaimori. At least sushi art is an equal opportunity offender.

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