A Smart Sensuality woman plays with our imaginations, knowing that a sophisticated sexuality is always more mysterious than flaunting it. In the case of Rebecca MInkoff’s zipper back dress, the invitation to explore is beyond bold.

Imagine a man’s surprise, meeting this woman at a cocktail party, perhaps discussing the global economy as articulated in the most recent edition of the Economist. They are drinking champagne, flirting while talking in earnest about microloans for women.

After 20 minutes, he’s sized her up, thinking that he understands her policy wonk type. After all, she’s adventurous for a wonkette, just wearing red. Seeing a VIP enter the room, he gives her his card and invites her for a drink. She nods.

Leaving her now to corner the VIP, he walks by another colleague, one who grabs his arm, detaining him just long enough, so that he glances back towards our Smart Sensuality femme fatale, now discussing her passion for micro loans with a new admirer.

This time he sees an entirely different side of our Cultural Creative globalist.

She has thrown a sexy dart into his imagination. Pouf!

Our man in charge is distracted and no longer on top of his game. How stupid! He doesn’t have her card, her phone number. He was so confident three minutes ago.

Who is she? Will she call?

This is the life of a confident, caring, sexy Smart Sensuality woman. She is a master of understatement, until one looks under her covers. A