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The atmosphere in the boutique salon was serene, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation from other clients creating a soothing backdrop. My nails, meticulously shaped into perfect almond forms, were a true work of art. The length was just right, neither too long to hinder practical tasks nor too short to lack elegance. The base color, a soft and translucent nude, served as a sophisticated foundation that enhanced the intricate designs layered on top.

I need to feel new, look new. “I think it’s an ability,” I continue softly, my fingers ghosting over another bundle. “But I didn’t have it before… not until Adrian.” Silence stretches for a moment before Neema hums, lining her cart with a few more items—Essenza Gold Repair Cream, Noir Bloom Lip Veil, and a Glass Drop Hydrating Mist. “Sounds like a mate-bond trigger,” she says casually. Just as we rounded the last aisle, heading toward checkout,fate decided to have a laugh.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

"Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?" She waved her hand without a second thought. "It's just a nail. If you like it, take it." [Ding. Target Ximena has gifted the host a level-four soul nail. Stored in inventory.] [Ding. Host has obtained a level-three tweezer. Stored in inventory.] [Nail removal task completed. Reward pack has been issued. Please claim it in your inventory.] [Please keep up the good work and carry out your Devoting actions to the end.] I opened my system inventory and found four new items inside. A mask called Beauty Restoration Device. A wig called Three Thousand

“How much are her nails?” “She’s also doing a pedicure. Total is £100,” the technician replied, rolling his eyes in disapproval. “Khalid, go now. You’re pissing people off,” Aisha hissed. He only smiled, that infuriatingly charming smile. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and slapped £105 on the table. Before Aisha could protest, he snatched the colour chart and pointed at ‘Angel Tears #212’.. a beautiful pearlescent shade with a delicate shimmer.

Her Brian Atwood navy blue platinum encrusted high heels produced a 'tink' with every step she took forward. Her long black wavy hair was straightened and it was neatly arranged as it appeared like a waterfall from behind, smooth and silky.Her hazel eyes were shining as pure gold as a deep burgundy coloured La Prairie Cellular Luxe lipstick complimentated her milky white skin tone even more.The sun rays emanating from the glasses touched her collarbones as it appeared even more contorted and sexy. All the people in the conference room couldn't help but gasp. She has got those warrior goddess, gypsy soul and magical fairy kind of vibes.

“I have a standing appointment with self-care when the world gets annoying.” She pulled me‍ through the doors and out in‍to the sunlight be‌fore i could argue. *** The nail salon smelled like acetone and su⁠gar scrub. The sharpness of it made​ my‍ nose wrinkle as soon as we stepped inside, but the warmth h⁠it me a second later, heavy and calming. S‍oft music played from somewhere overhead. Water bubble​d⁠ gently in the foot baths. “Two pedis,” Talia said to the woman at the counter. “No talking unless it’s compliments.”

I was then whisked away to a salon that was part of the boutique. An hour passed, maybe more, as my hair was styled into a sweeping cascade of curls and my nails were painted in a silver sparkle. My eyes were accented in smoky shades that made them look twice as large, and the rest of my face was turned into pure marble with makeup I could hardly feel. I was tempted to think the aestheticians were magical.

I smiled, tracing my fingers along the lovely tattoos on his smooth but hard skin. “They're awesome,” I told Chris who was not listening because he was too busy trying to get my top off. It finally went over my head and landed on the cold hard floor. Chris pushed me onto my bed and appeared on top of me. Supporting himself with his left elbow, his other hand travelled under me to unclasp my bra. He kissed the skin of my breasts then settled on one of my nipples, sucking and biting while his beard hair tickled the side of my breast. It felt so good.

Howard said, still smiling. It was true, Mystical Chubby was loaded. With his healing hands, a few house calls to the elite were enough to keep him set for life. Besides, the Rectenwald clan itself was flush with cash. Money was the last thing on Mystical Chubby's mind. "Uh... alright, then!" Talia's lips twitched in a half-smile. "If you're up for it, I'll hook you up with a recipe later. It's perfect for beauty treatments and scar healing. Trust me, it's the real deal," Mystical Chubby offered with a wide grin.