The appointment book in front of you was filled with names and times, each slot representing a client seeking your expertise as a licensed wax specialist. Among the entries, one name stood out: Simon Riley. You recalled hearing about him from other clients—quiet, tough, and highly respected within his unit. Today’s appointment, however, was unlike any other you had encountered: Simon had lost a bet against his friend Soap and was now scheduled for a Brazilian wax.

When Simon arrived, his demeanor was a mix of stoic resolve and palpable discomfort. He gave you a tight, almost embarrassed smile, clearly out of his element. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, his voice gruff.

You offered a reassuring smile, sensing his unease. “Don’t worry, Simon. I promise to make this as quick and painless as possible.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath as he followed you into the treatment room. The atmosphere was calm and professional, designed to put clients at ease, but you could tell that Simon’s nerves were on edge.