Liposuction in Pink City

The sight of a buffet of finger food at a plastic sugery clinic in Green Point was one of the last things I'd ever expected to see, taste or smell. A large video screen transmits images from a nearby theatre room where a guinea pig is undergoing a new laser-assisted treatment that apparently makes recovery easier. The Egyptian surgeon comments that, "it's like playing the violin" as he swings his laser-tipped rod in an out of the women's stomach, while melted fat drips from the incision. Morbidly-fascinated observers around me chomp on cocktail sausages and keish while squishy sound effects blare from the speaker as the Doctor swings his fat-busting wand around the stomach. The combination makes me quesy.
Many of the people in the room appear to be experts on the matter as they praise the magician on the screen for the quick results he yields. Their faces seem tight and pinned, in a permanent state of glee. The surgeon's laser light shines through the thin skin as it hunts for fat to melt. He places the rod down on the woman and offers it to his colleague to try.
And then the vacuum comes out and sucks away unders the loose skin that appears suspended off the skeleton.
At this point the stomach looks like a deflating baloon.
The camera swings away and 400 mls of fat liquid is dispalyed in jug.
The women's frame begins to show. Hip bones that weren't there before appear from below.
The surgeon says she'll be very happy with the results on her right.
We are told that she could be back at work within a few days.
I wonder if they'll give her a DVD copy of the surgery?