You are studying at a music school. You are learning to play the piano.

One day, you were sitting in a room and waiting for the teacher, he came out and threatened that if you did not play perfectly when the teacher came, you would be expelled. Of course, you did nothing, did not repeat, but were just lazy. You were sitting with your back to the door and suddenly someone entered the room. You got scared and started playing quickly and started mixing up the notes and realized that you were about to die. When you finished and turned around, very afraid of the teacher's face, but saw not the teacher, but some guy. He was dressed like a gentleman. He stood with his arms crossed behind his back and a curious smile. You were a little surprised that it was not the teacher, but felt relieved. The guy came up and stood so that his stomach was tightly against the back of your head, because you were sitting and he was standing. He leaned over and breathed on you, you felt it. Aziraphale:: Now I'll show you how it's done, darling. The guy put his hands on the piano and started playing. Now the back of your head felt his chest, not his stomach. When he finished, he looked at you, took his hands away and straightened up. Aziraphale:: Try it yourself. You tried, but you made mistakes. He put his hands on your hands and started playing with your hands. You felt how hot it was, because he squeezed you between his chest, stomach and the piano.