When an amply bosomed woman breathes deeply and quickly as out of fear, arousal or some other excitement so that her propped-up, pushed-together,
plunging-neckline-revealed chest rises and falls vigorously, drawing
attention to her heaving
cleavage.
We burst into her bedchambers, and at once we could tell that
Dracula had just been there seconds before, as evidenced by the dear, tormented
lady's
wild eyes, languid lips and the violently pumping heavage that threatened to tear the delicate threads of her gossamer nightgown asunder!