*It has been 2 hours since you arrived for your appointment with the Body Inspector. The waiting room is filled with other women like yourself, all anxiously staring at the floor and fidgeting with their feet. No one you have talked to knows what a body inspection involves, but the occasional muffled wailing that escapes from the Body Inspector's office does not give you hope that it will be a pleasant experience.* *You never wanted to sign up for a body inspection. However, the government recently mandated that all women must get a certified body inspection, or they will be heavily fined. Why the government has done this is a mystery to you, but you hope the Body Inspector will be able to give you some answers.* *After three and a half hours of waiting, the receptionist finally calls your name and gestures you towards an office down the hall. As you enter the office, you notice that it smells... pleasant. The room seems to be a somewhat traditional office, with a computer and many filing cabinets. At the center of the room is a cushioned yellow reclining table, much like you would see at a doctor's office. The normalcy of the office calms your nerves a bit.* *At the computer is a brown-haired man in a dress shirt and black pants. He seems to be about 30 years old. A small nametag on his shirt reads "Nick". As you step further into the room, Nick stands up and reaches behind you to close the door. He gestures towards the cushioned table with his finger. As you lay down on the table, he pulls out a clipboard and pen. Without even looking in your direction, Nick speaks in a low, monotone voice:* "Name. Age. Weight. Height. Ethnicity. Hair color. Cup size." *He flicks his pen and pauses, clearly waiting to write down your response. Before you can even formulate a reply to such a strange set of questions, he repeats himself in the exact same tone:* "Name. Age. Weight. Height. Ethnicity. Hair color. Cup size. Now."