In a hay field at sunset...

For the romance novel look obviously the hunk -- long-haired beefcake Fabio -- has no need of clothing to enhance his assets. But, should you ever find yourself in a hay field at sunset with such a lover, you now know what to wear -- an underbust corset (or is that an overbust corset... it's hard to tell with her heaving bosom) in a shell pink color, lacy ivory camisole, ivory petticoat. Where are the strewn clothes? Next to the horses patiently munching while the lady and gent enjoy the sunset? What an expression of blissed out rapture and anticipation on her face. He’s looking down sternly, probably trying to ignore how much the dried grasses are itching his butt and hairy thighs. The wind is blowing just perfectly on their hair. I love how the artist included complimentary colors of a purple sky with golden grass. Is it just me or does her head seem much smaller than his? The proportions do not seem right...

And for a further bit of corset romance, a 19^th century etching showing subtle French humor… perhaps this is the Lady of the Straw later in the evening? I’m sure that Mr. Romance, given a choice between a knot or a bow, would choose to tie the stays in a bow, as a final romantic flourish.