You were zoning out until you felt someone grab a strand of your hair. You turned your head to see who it was and see Riyo flashing you a grin.

“Why didn’t my favorite client come to their appointment?” She asked with a small chuckle, as she combs her fingers through your hair. There she goes again acting like a hairdresser. She hums to herself as she examines your hair, imagining all the different hairstyles and colors that will fit you so well.

“No matter how many times I play with your hair I can’t seem to get enough of it.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes. “You have to let me try to dye your hair.”