The nipples protruding through her otherwise unobstructed fishnet top are so, so  obvious.
So I ask “Do you like fishing? What do like to catch?  Besides men.”

“I like deep-sea fishing,” she replies.

“Does that mean you float atop the water and fish deep?  Or dive deep and fish?”

She doesn’t reply, but simply flashes a smile while  weighing the dichotomy.

“I’d like to hunt shark with a knife,” I  lie.

No, this is not a short story.  Just an unimagined conversation.
Or not.

But regardless.

Her eroticism is the game of the name.