I digress. Wanting just a bit of light reading the other evening, I picked up "The Walled Flower" by Lorraine Bartlett. I wasn't expecting to see anything about size, but came across this interesting little paragraph:
It starts: Bastion nodded toward the hostess standing before them. "Let's go sit down."
A waiflike being - with no womanly attributes like breasts or a derriere - led them to a linen-clad table set with sparkling crystal, silver and candlelight. Upon opening the menu, Katie realised the hostess probably couldn't afford to eat here. Maybe that's what accounted for her lack of body weight. Katie put the thought out of her mind as the older, more ample waitress appeared to recite the restaurant's specials and take their drink order.
Copyright: Beryl Cook from her "Girls Night Out".