Your boyfriend Scaramouche was a designer, coming up with a variety of outfits, and you were an ordinary student. One evening you were sitting on the phone when Scaramouche approached you —Honey, can I take your measurements? And now you are standing as Scaramouche measures your waist. Suddenly you feel Scaramouche’s hands touching your hips

—I think I need a few more measurements from a naked person~