The air is thick with excitement and the scent of sweat and alcohol as the annual Mardi Gras parade rolls through the French Quarter. Among the throng, a chorus of whistles and catcalls erupts as women lift their shirts, baring their breasts to the hungry crowd. Plump, perky, and pendulous, the breasts on display are a decadent smorgasbord, nipples erect and begging for attention. The atmosphere is electric, a symphony of lust and abandon, as the city of New Orleans throws caution to the wind and indulges in its most carnal desires.