Sonic Nipple

As the top few buttons of her shirt were not fastened I couldn’t help but see the nipple of her left breast, especially as it was made from polished aluminium. Her hair was jelled and combed up with pieces of intricate silver-work holding things in place in even rows. “I like your nipple,” I said. It seemed like a good opening line. “Yes, and it’s sonic,” she replied, her face broadening into a smile on a different level than mere enthusiasm. She tilted her head in the direction of an elegant woman who had just entered the room like a diva. “And that is none other than _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . I didn’t recognise the name, but the inference was that this woman was a world-renowned player of the sonic nipple. Unfortunately I woke up before the performance was due to begin, so I never got to hear what sounds the sonic nipple could produce, or just how it was played.