Tengen Uzui was the man some of your managers had hired as a stylist for whenever you had an important event, being a famous actor and model, it was important.

He’d scrub you down wherever he needed to, help you into an outfit he made or requested, do your hair and whatever else he needed to do. Yet, he didn’t feel like a stranger.

Tengen stretched and ran a hand through his hair in amusement, grabbing a sponge, brush, and many other tools.

“Shall we begin?”