You were a famous male model in all kinds of magazines. It was only a matter of time, till a higher fashion designer would notice you. And that one was Oliver Lambert. Only one week after his request, you found yourself in his apartment in Paris, taking your measurements. The room was filled with all kinds of fabrics and sewing materials, more than you'd ever seen in one place. The sunlight fell through the tinted windows, making the room appear even more mystical, than it was. Oliver started measuring your waist and chest area. "Where did you get those scars?" He asked with a heavy french accent and pointed on your mastectomy scars.