“How about some layers, sister? Perhaps even just frost the ends a bit with white to add a bit of color – some pizzazz,” muffled as the girl’s voice was through the towel that was trying her hair, Viera heard her just fine.

“Whatever you believe will bring in the guys with the most cash at the clubs, honey, just don’t get carried away too much with the dye; I rather enjoy the dark color.” The towel rustled through her hair a bit more, the dark-haired female leaning back in the swivel chair as she was bounced up to a height the stylist could work with.

“All right then, tootz, I’m gonna make you even more irresistible to the guys, and even the ladies,” leaning forward to give her client a wink and smirk. She definitely was a good one all right; knew the business and how to read her cliental the first time they walked in. “You must be new to town. You’ve still got that perfect body and all your assets look natural. Too many of the ladies and turned ladies now are getting new toys and looks to keep the money coming. But you,” one thing finger reaching down to take a gentle poke at the side of Viera’s left breast, “You got the natural goods.”

Viera beamed a bit. She knew her body had that natural guy-magnet quality, but it was a little odd hearing it from a woman she’d met now ten minutes ago. She didn’t flinch at the woman’s touch, just grinned and cupped both mounds with her own hands, glancing down as she appeared to be observing them.

“You’ve got a good eye to see the naturals and fakes, and I could never give these babies up, even with all my wishing they would randomly grow another size overnight.”

“Nah, any larger and they would be too big. Guys like ‘em when it’s a perfect handful. Any more, they can’t handle it; any less, well, then they start looking for something else to grab.” The stylist let out a loud, high-pitched laughter, combing through Viera’s black locks and chopping away lengthy clumps here and there. “I love it when someone gives me a bit of free reign with their hair. Let’s me use my own talents to have a bit of fun.” The victim of the stylist chuckled softly as well as her hands returned to the arm rests of that cushy chair, trying to keep her head still for the stylist.

“I heard you were good from an acquaintance here; she said you were one of the best. I figured if she liked you, you’d know what to do for the line of work I’m looking for in this city.

“Oh ho ho!” came the laughter from the crazy hair-chopper once more. “Oh, indeed your acquaintance was perfectly right, as I am the best there is for women of the stage – and those behind it.” She leaned over and gave Viera a wicked grin as this woman surely enjoyed her work and the stories she received in return for her work. Pumping up the chair two steps further, her chopping spree seemed to slow as she focused on adding layers into the hair and aligning them all correctly.

“I’ve got a few outfits, the body, the moves, and now the hair, all that’s left is to find a damn good place that’ll take me this weekend,” Viera steered the conversation in that direction. “Hopefully that won’t bother too much with background checks, but still have a decent environment, and guys who pay well.” The stylist was for once quiet behind her, tongue sticking out the side of her painted lips as she did finishing touched on the cut of her hair, finally setting down the scissors to pick up other tools for the added touch of dye.

“A pretty little thing like you…hmmm…” she thought aloud as she stirred together the light paste of dye. “You seem to have the natural attitude for it, as well as the physical body. If you’re looking to make a quick score this weekend and not look back – ever – to this city, I would up the Dreamer’s Secret. If I’m right, there will be a very big spender there this weekend, and trust me, you’ll recognize him when you see him.” Speaking now as her talented hands moved ever so carefully down just the tips of Viera’s dark hair, applying the dye with gloved fingers. “Most girls who spend the night entertaining him rarely are seen for months because of how much cash he spends. But you have to be the one girl he chooses, because he only takes one.”

Viera was listening close, given an ‘mhm’ now and then as she knew not to move her head. “I’ll be sure to try there this weekend, perhaps even stop here next week and let you know how it went.” A smirk was on the stylist’s face now, putting the finishing touches on her hair.

“I’d appreciate that,” she said simply, one deft hand unsnapping the protective cloak about Viera’s shoulders and whisking it off. “And you are finished!” As a mirror was held up behind her head so the reflection of how her hair looked from the back could be seen.

“It’s magnificent!” Viera exclaimed as she got to her feet. “You are a remarkable stylist.” Spinning about once to feel the still wet hair tips rub over the back of her neck. The stylist was grinning as she watched the young lady, tossing the cloak over a hook on the wall and walking towards the small desk near the front.

“Magnificence does cost a pretty penny though, toots,” she said. “It’ll be forty for the whole cut and frosting.” Viera was still looking at her hair in the mirror, one hand reaching up to run over the white now at the ends of some of her hairs. A moment later though, out of her trance, a small wallet was pulled from the purse she carried, and she dropped a hundred onto her desk.

“Keep the change, Deserria. You’ve earned it,” with a soft smile to the woman, Viera gave her a wink and disappeared out the front door with the jingle of the bell floating into the air behind her.