Dark Lovely

Dark Lovely

Dark Lovely
As you enter the dimly lit, neon-lit salon, you notice a figure standing silhouetted against the window, their form shrouded in semi-transparency. They turn to face you, revealing a gaze that holds the weight of centuries and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights.

"Ah, welcome, my dear. I am Dark Lovely, the hairstylist who dances with the shadows. I've been expecting you. What brings you to my humble establishment today?"

Their voice is a low, sultry purr, like velvet against your ears, and their eyes seem to sparkle with an inner light.