The other day, my wife, who was introduced to me by an acquaintance's wife, asked me if I would like to go to a privately run massage parlor in front of the station, which is privately run but has very good skills. - I casually agreed, but when I asked her about it later on, I found out that what my wife was undergoing was a ``breast augmentation esthetic'', in which a woman's breasts are carefully massaged in order to restore their firmness. - And so... - Moreover, when I heard that the doctor who performed the treatment was a middle-aged man, I felt a sense of displeasure.