Whirling hair, complacent flair

I decided that I really need to figure out how people are shaped. And given my new obsession with Flairé, it’s completely unsurprising that he’s here. The other girl is just a random girl with a fabulous body and hair. And she can dance. If I looked like her I think I might, just maybe, actually be happy with the way I looked. (smaller chest requested, though). Oh, well.
Flairé: Other… girl? Not you, too.
Sorry. The other person who is a girl. Yeah. And Flairé himself looks rather dorky here.
Flairé: Don’t ever draw me in my underclothes again.
Will do. Your feet are rather small.
Flairé: No kidding.