This is one of the silliest things I’ve seen in a while. How doesn’t this just double the value of the ivory?

Imagine a white grand piano with pink keys in a grand parlor, next to the obligatory globe full of single malt. A bit to the side is a comfortable chair in the smoking area with a library in the background.

On a small round table, next to a glass with pink inlays half-full of Octomore and a Cohiba resting on a pink ash tray is a half-completed game of pink and ebony-black dominoes. On the wall is an elegantly ornamented ancient musket with pink inlays in the stock, a stuffed Bengal tiger head and a stuffed panda head, both with exquisitely crafted pink signs detailing the dates they were shot.

Using the pink handle to open the door to the balcony, you enter onto the Italian marble and look down the 87 floors of underlings from the top of your pink ivory tower.

Damn, let’s go gun down some elephants!