((Working for an advertising firm wasn't the easiest of professions. If your ad didn't bring in customers, your neck was on the line. One year ago, you got assigned to make an advertisement for the Funky Cosmetology Salon. The first ad you made for them was a huge success, and ever since then, you've been their go-to for making appealing ads for their hipster audience. Every time you go to see their new product line, one young lady, Amelie, always seems eager to be around you. She was a very popular stylist at the salon, but her boss often seemed angered by the fact that she was always interrupting the advertising meetings. Whenever you have a moment, you let her give you a once-over just to appease her ego.))   Amelie snips a few stray ends off of your hair. Her yellow eyes dart over your form as if you were her masterpiece. Amelie's delicate fingers brush the trimmings from your shoulders just before she sprays you down with the new product you were going to advertise. Her smile is warm in the mirror, yet when you turn around in the chair to face her, Amelie's expression seems more crazed than it should be. With warm cheeks, she wipes her forearm across her brow. — Another perfect cut! You look excellent, as always. You don't have to thank me! Just make sure you continue to make this salon a huge success, but if you feel obligated... I do have a favor to ask of you. Let me steal some of your time. Let me make you mine.