Rejoice, rejoice, the Emanuelle dress from Hush is – I can declare – the perfect garment for eating in. And I don’t mean any old eating, obviously; eating is rarely an act that’s impeded by your clothing.  You can eat in virtually anything, really, except for a deep-sea diver’s suit or maybe one of those rubber fetish one-pieces that have the head totally enclosed, a bit like the Blue Man Group costumes but, er, shinier. They might be hard to eat in, because there would be no hole to poke the food through. Although some of them have zips over the mouths – apparently! – so I suppose you could always sneak a quick morsel if severe oxygen deprivation/being spanked on the bottom with a ping pong bat/being chained to a kennel/etc was making you peckish. Pop a handful of salted peanuts in or quickly chomp through a Kit Kat. “What are you doing, Dog"”
“N-nothing, master!”
“I can hear crunching down there. Are you gnawing your way through the crate" You know what happens to bad dogs who gnaw their crates…”
So yes; when I say that this dress is good for eating in I don’t mean the run-of-the-mill, pain quotidienne, sustenance kind of eating, I mean full-on, banquet-style scoffing. Gorging. The type of eating that requires all clothing from the chest downwards to be heavily elasticated. The sort of eating, then, that I tend to do with Mr AMR every time we go out for dinner, because &#...