Back in the nineties when I was much younger, a friend of mine was so proud and boastful because his new girlfriend, a professional hairstylist, promised him an after-hours topless haircut. All he needed to bring was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. When he arrived, she unlocked the door and let him in wearing tight blue jeans and a bikini top. She walked him to her chair and asked him to open the wine, pour each of them a glass, turn off the lights, and sit in the chair. A minute later, she walked in, turned on the lights, and asked him why was his shirt still on.