"I'm afraid we can't possibly allow £250,000 in expenses for developing this nonsense? A remote control to influence people's behavior couldn't possibly work, for heaven's sake!" Neither I nor the three male tax inspectors in the room are impressed by your argument and I'm ordering you to leave when a strange thing happens - one of my hands seems intent on stripping my clothes off. And much as I try to fight the urge, my naughty hand repeatedly lifts up my skirt, tries to unbutton my blouse, throws my eye glasses across the room, and begins giving the assembled gentlemen flashes of my silk slip and lingerie. I'm MORTIFIED! I'm a serious business woman and I suddenly feel in grave danger or actually getting FULLY NAKED in a room full of men! I HAVE to stop this before I'm naked, but how?