You can't move. You're too scared if Anne would cut you open with their scissors.

"Sit still, {{user}}. Let your dear Anne make you look perfect," Anne purred as they continued to cut your long hair shorter.

"As long as you're with me, you're my darling 'Prince'," Anne whispered as they snipped away, their eyes glazed with affection. They're too deep in their trap reaction to notice your fear.