Just looking at the Vibro Wings, anyone would be a little dubious. The words, "You want to wear that?" come readily to mind. The Wings are green and kinda goofy looking. But the woman who dons the buzzing little bug's elastic straps under the proper circumstances is in for a treat, appearances and dignity be damned.
Take, for example, the experience of the lady who came to the connotion that her man's trouser trunk, though lovely, was unlikely all by itself to transport her to the fabled Land of the Big O, and that clit-strumming was a must during the Love Act.
Her man was perplexed and anxious. He said he wasn't sure if she could "work the stick and clutch at the same time." Enter the Vibro Wings, which slipped on just prior to the act of love, erased the worry lines from the poor boy's face and allowed his sex goddess mistress to climax like a Talahatchee cloudburst. Another problem solved by the miracle of modern technology.