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Julien hesitated. He looked at the framed pantyhose on the wall—a pair with a run stretching diagonally across the thigh, encased in glass.

One rainy Tuesday, a young dancer named Elara arrived at his door. Her career was flagging; a fall had left her confident but physically cautious. Alain didn't ask for her measurements. Instead, he asked her to walk across the creaky floorboards of his shop. "You walk as if the ground is an enemy," Alain murmured. alainpantyhose.com