There's one solid reason to visit the Moxies across the street from my office: the prostitutes. Lots and lots and lots of prostitutes. But when you get over the ultra-short skirts and low-cut breastware on the entire barely-legal serving staff, you also begin to notice that the light fixtures are shaped like dildos, the plates are shaped like eggs, and hanging from the ceiling in one corner of the dining room is this thing:

And you begin to detect a theme. The Moxies vagina ball could also be referred to as the punani Death Star, or the single least-subtle piece of vag design since the Sarlacc pit. Inside the vagina ball is a brightly glowing red light, the Light of Creation, from whence it gets its comely Caucasian glow. The vagina ball has not one, not two, but about eight clitorises (clitori?), and when it's set to spin, it becomes quite hypnotic. Honestly, I was a remark away from cutting this thing down and rolling it to my home.