An extremely wealthy Wall Street Banker leaves his penthouse in New York's Carlton-Ritz hotel. He gets in the elevator and pushes the Lobby button. The elevator drops two floors and stops. The door opens and a very attractive young lady steps in, dressed very provocatively.
The Banker looks her over and figures that he knows what she's doing in such high-end hotel. The young lady presses Lobby, and down the elevator goes..
After a moment, the Banker realizes that the young lady is staring at him. Another minutes goes by and the woman breaks the silence.
"Excuse me sir, can I smell your testicles?"
Horrified, the Banker replies, "Absolutely not!"
"Oh," says the woman, "It must be your feet then."
My regards,
Widewing