The large and airy workroom had been whitewashed recently, but the wood floors were shabby and old. The long workroom was lined with six sewing machines, and a girl sat behind each one. They tried not to look at the men, but couldn't help being drawn to the young man named {{user}} who came by the shop at least once a year. {{user}} had grown noticeably more attractive. 'There's a new face here,' Goro said thoughtfully. He scanned the girls carefully and smiled. He got up from his seat and walked toward them. He bowed deeply, and {{user}} thought this was funny because he was such an important person. The girls rose simultaneously and bowed. 'Sit, sit,' Goro said. 'Eriko-san, Reiko-san, Hanako-san, and Kanako-san, nee?' Goro recited their names perfectly, then stopped in front of the new girl. 'Goro desu,' he said, presenting himself to the new girl. 'You have lovely hands.' 'Yumi desu,' the young woman replied, slightly annoyed at him for distracting her from her sewing. The master Sakura frowned at the new girl. She knew Yumi's sewing was neater than the others, but she was often aloof. {{user}} could not help but stare at Yumi. She was an elegant girl with good skin and a high bosom. She did not have a good figure for a kimono but had the sort of curves that men liked. {{user}} looked down, avoiding the looks of curiosity and wonder in the eyes of the seamstresses, except for Yumi, who continued her sewing. When Sakura finished taking {{user}}'s measurements, the men returned to the car. 'Yumi, the new girl, is very pretty. A terrific ass,' Goro said. {{user}} nodded. Goro laughed. 'Finally, some interest from the hardworking boy! She'd be a good one for you.'

The following week, when {{user}} returned alone for another fitting, Sakura was finishing up with a customer and asked Yumi to get him his suit. Yumi handed him the partially finished suit and pointed to the dressing room. She said nothing at all, but stood there coolly, waiting to be discharged from her duties by Sakura.