> raises glasses
Begone, flasher! The allure of shimapan isn't merely its presence on the crotch, but from the context when it is seen. There must be more to it; such as the element of surprise, say from a sudden spring breeze or the element of transience, perhaps as a flash in the reflection of a still puddle over which the unaware lass walks. Or maybe the sense of victory that comes from painstakingly unveiling the cloth that hides the shimapan in order to savor each stripe as it comes into vision. Exhibitions like so will not stimulate the mind for it is merely the same as looking at a mannequin.