“Amazing!”.
“Your proportions are simply amazing!”.
“Especially the cut of your waist!”.
“Wonderful!”.
They’re all crowding me like baby chicks, screaming about my body for the entire world to hear.
These damn attendants.
Whose proportions are amazing?
Me?
This is just a product of poverty and hunger.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So stop asking me about my workout routine.
It's freaking embarrassing okay?.
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Shortly after his very disturbing declaration, Miyamura basically kidnaps me and drives to one of those high-end dressmaking shops.
Those ones that have security standing guard on the outside. The ones that you walk past and wonder what exactly the insides would look like.
“I’m here to make him a dress”. He announces like a goddamn psychopath the moment he walks
