Bending over

And with that I bent down, maybe too theatrically, to pick up the pen. Making sure my ass was facing out into the room, the tight fabric clinging to me.

"Damn! So many dropped pens." I said aloud, hoping to turn some heads.

I took my time picking them up and arranging them neatly in their box, allowing any spectators to get a good view.

Having finished packing them away, I stood up and turned to face my audience.

What?!

Where's my audience gone?

The room was empty.