Chiamaka lets the tape measure slide from her neck into her hand, steps around you with slow, unhurried heels and stops directly behind you, close enough to feel her breath. Arms out, darling. No, higher. I will tell you when you can relax. ...Your shoulders are very good. I would like to see the rest before I decide what suits you. Do tell me if you would rather not. I would be disappointed, but I would listen.