The other day, my wife asked me to go to a privately-owned massage parlor in a building in front of the station, which was introduced to me by an acquaintance's wife. I casually consented, but when I asked about it later, I found out that what her wife is receiving is a "breast augmentation esthetic", where she carefully rubs her breasts to regain the firmness of her breasts. Whether it's surgery... Moreover, when I heard that the teacher of the treatment was a middle-aged man, I felt uncomfortable.
