At a time when, thanks to the broligarchy (the tech bros Trump seems intent on making our overlords), you're never more than one click away from a nipple, a bare bottom, or a Bonnie Blue figure trying to break the record for how many people they can have sex with, it seemed rather strange that they should be getting so het up over the merest glimpse of brassiere underneath Sanchez's suit.
Ivanka Trump's husband Jared Kushner, who we must assume has seen some things given he was once charged with brokering peace in the Middle East, stared like a man whose father-in-law wasn't about to be sworn in as President.
As the three of them stood there gawping at Sanchez's chest – fully aware that the eyes of the globe would be on them – I wondered: could there be a more damning indictment of the people heading up the Free World in the year 2025?.
There she was, centre stage at Donald Trump's inauguration, when some of the world's most influential men turned to dribbling wrecks at the sight of an inch of bosom peeking out from her Alexander McQueen suit.
Well, he looked exactly like the kind of guy who is said to have spent hundreds of thousands of pounds having a bare-breasted goddess immortalised in polished wood on the prow of his 416 ft yacht.
