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The shirt fit, snug and comfortable. She dried her hair with a hairdryer, then she took a curling iron, not to straighten, but to make soft waves at the ends of her hair. She parted her hair into sections. One by one, she clamped the hair, twisted it, held it for a moment, then released it. Wave after wave formed. Her hair that had been straight and limp was now beautifully wavy. She combed it slowly, only with her fingers, not wanting to ruin the wave pattern. She let a few strands fall in front of her ears, framing her face.

"I'm sorry. Do you want someone else?" "Absolutely not. I think I'm in excellent company." She gave a shy smile, nodding and continuing her work. My faith in her was well rewarded, as the highlights she put into my dark hair looked amazing, and I loved the easy waves that fell down around my shoulder. They were free and bouncy, but still somehow elegant. I gave her a hug and a sizable tip, and when I got back into my van I took a selfie, something I do not do often. I lifted a shoulder, letting my head cock to the side, putting on my most coquettish smile, making my eyes soft.

Zelena. Nat started with my hair, pulling the top and side parts up leaving only the back part down, and then made it wavy. She turned me away from the mirror so I couldn’t see what she was doing. She had a little pink sponge and lots of different brushes. After a few minutes, and lots of poking and stroking and brushing, she spun the chair around.

With every stride, she exuded confidence and beauty. Camila's hair styled with meticulous care, falling in loose waves that framed her radiant face. Soft waves danced around her shoulders, complementing the overall allure of her appearance. Her makeup was tastefully done, highlighting her natural beauty with a hint of glamour. A touch of red lipstick on her lips, perfectly matching the hue of her gown.

Grасе nоt knowing hоw it will bе ѕtуlеd or hоw short іt wіll bе сut. I mаdе Grасе sit реrfесtlу ѕtіll оn hеr ѕtооl. I combed hеr hаіr dоwn, cutting it реrfесtlу straight and blunt аll thе wау аrоund to the bоttоm of hеr ears. I соuld tеll that Sаmаnthа wаѕ gеttіng аrоuѕеd wаtсhіng mе. At thе еnd оf the cut, I turnеd thіngѕ оvеr to her. Sаm blow-dried Grасе'ѕ hаіr, fluffіng the ѕhоrt bоb аrоund hеr fасе, declaring; "Adаm, I lоvе this cut оn hеr! I саn't wait tо сurl іt оr ѕlісk іt bасk away frоm hеr fасе аnd tuсk it bеhіnd hеr ears! I wаnt you tо сut her hаіr on a реrmаnеnt bаѕіѕ."

I whisper to myself, not being able to keep the smile off my face. Quickly, I put on a black thong to match the dress, leaving my breasts bare, knowing the dress has cups of its own, and start to work on my hair, straightening, pulling out knots and trimming out excesses. After a few minutes, my hair still falls down to my ass, and it looks really boring and wimpy, so I take a bold step and cut half of it, leaving it just above my shoulders. I trim it till it's straight and sharp, looking really different, but classy. New hair, new identity.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not teasing you." Yet he smirked playfully. "I'm just asking, who would dare to judge the Luna of Moonlight Claws?" "Anyone. Duh!" I said sarcastically. He tapped my head like a dog but I quickly moved my head away. "Don't ruin my curls." I frowned at him. Vilka fixed my hair for almost an hour. She curled it and put some sprays plus hairpins to make me look so classy with curly, volumised hair.

Vee added pulling Sheila to One of the little sofas in the room. " Make my hair? but I think it's Just fine." Sheila stated confused. " What do you know? just sit back and watch." vee said and grabbed a Pink lipstick and started applying it on Sheila's already Pink and plump lips. Her hair that was tied into a bun was released, cascading down to her waist. " You have Such lovely and beautiful hair,it's a Shame you don't know how to appreciate it." vee mumbled, fixing her hair. Sheila had jet black hair that flowed to her waist like a calm River. it's a pity she always prefered making it to a bun which always annoyed Vee.

the girl stammered, her voice meek but clear. "Wavy hair is the best, isn't it?" Damian said to no one in particular, still playing with the girl's hair. "What do you all think?" Everyone nodded furiously. "Yes, Sir. Of course." "Definitely." "It suits her perfectly." They had no idea why Damian was suddenly discussing hairstyles, but agreeing felt like the safest thing to do. "How much does a good wavy hairstyle cost?" Damian asked. "Maybe... a few hundred dollars," Brown answered carefully.

Chaphter 13 Hugo I cannot get over how adorable Erica looked last night. She had cut her hair and I knew it wasn’t her real hair but instead of the long wavy elaborate curls , she copped the hair so that her curls would look wild. Even qwhen she had chocolate mousse all over her face I she was just the most ; funny and genuine person I’ve come across. When she’s drunk she is all of the above things I’ve mentioned amplified .