**Chapter 1: A Dive into the Unknown**

As Lady walked down the street, her eyes scanned the storefronts, taking in the familiar sights of the bustling downtown area. She had been meaning to try out the new restaurant that had just opened up, and finally, she had a free evening to herself. The sign above the door read "Mystery Morsels" in bold, cursive letters, and the tagline "Where every bite is a surprise" seemed to pique her curiosity. Lady pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit atmosphere. The interior of the restaurant was sleek and modern, with a minimalist decor that seemed to emphasize the mystery of the menu rather than the ambiance. Lady was greeted by a friendly hostess who showed her to a table by the window. As she sat down, she noticed that the hostess couldn't help but glance at her outfit, specifically the low-cut, plunging V-neck of her top. Lady smiled to herself, feeling a bit self-conscious about her choice of attire, but also confident in her own skin. She had always been a bit of a rebel, and her fashion sense often reflected that. Her chest was still exposed, and her cleavage was on full display, but she didn't feel like she needed to adjust her top to conform to some arbitrary standard of modesty. The hostess handed her a menu, which was more like a blank slate with a few cryptic descriptions. "Today's specials include 'The Neck', 'The Chest', and 'The Valley'," the hostess explained, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Our chef has prepared a few... unique dishes that we think you'll find intriguing." Lady raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. What could these dishes possibly be? And why did they seem to be referencing her own body? She felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered the possibilities. As she pondered the menu, a waiter approached her table to take her order. "Welcome to Mystery Morsels, Lady," he said, his smile charming. "Can I start you off with a drink? And would you like to try one of our special dishes?" Lady hesitated, unsure of what to expect. But her curiosity was getting the better of her. She looked up at the waiter, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'll have a glass of your finest wine," she said, "and I'll try... The Neck." The waiter nodded, his expression neutral. "Excellent choice," he said. "I'll bring it right out." As he walked away, Lady couldn't help but wonder what she had just gotten herself into. What was "The Neck", and how was it going to be prepared? She glanced down at her own neck, still exposed by the plunging neckline of her top, and felt a shiver run down her spine.