Demure

Sure, the shirt may be somewhat bold, what with its racy hook-and-eye closures that render it a touch corset-like, but really, it’s all an act. When the shirt is home and among those who know it well, it turns its tails and gets all coy and demure. Notice the body language of the sleeves!
The beauty of living in a world-class city never ceases to delight, thrill, and overwhelm me. I take enormous comfort and pride in my city’s readiness to provide home delivery of everything and anything a person could possibly want and need, and its will and ability to provide specialized services to accommodate the quirks and neuroses of its denizens, both animate and inanimate. For instance, when this shirt needs a little freshening up, I entrust it not to an ordinary dry cleaner, but to the shy cleaner.
Talk about delivering!