Wine Worsted Wool

The buttons of Bad Boss Jones' shirt are in a losing battle maintaining his gut. The spittle rasps as his offers his bribe. Would you turn the other cheek and look away as he corrupted the highest offices in town? His jaundiced red eye gave you a long once-over; no doubt he was admiring/covetting the texture of your beautiful tailor-made suit. A deep dark wine made with beautiful worsted wool woven by Dormeuil in Yorkshire. Placing his red knuckleless hand on the table, he burps 'Well...?'