I have shoved expensive shrimp onto the floor to eat pussy, before.
A short, high class, callgirl?
Nupe!
I am talking about a fancy seafood dinner, created at much expense and through hours and hours of prep-time (inspired by my desire to impress a tallish redhead), discarded in a moment's impulse, in order to carry on to a much higher level of socialising (or jump across a few levels, actually).
It all went our way, but I have wished for that dinner back more than once, but with present company atending.