I stood in my black shiny PVC dress, feeling wickedly excited as I grabbed the first carton of custard. With a squeeze, the thick yellow goo poured out over my chest, running down the glossy surface and dripping onto my thighs. I laughed, already reaching for the next carton--this time chocolate custard. I tipped it high, letting the rich brown stream cascade over my shoulders, mixing with the golden mess. My hands slid over the PVC, smearing both custards together, rubbing it into every inch until the slick shine of my dress turned into a dripping, sticky, irresistible mess.