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Mauve Star Prancer
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“Fuck you,” Casey says, and pulls everything back into place. As she does, there’s a glint of steel, and-
I feel a sudden warmth all over my body. Casey grabs my hair and pulls on my bun, and-
“Ow!” I gasp in sudden pain, before it recedes. My head won’t move, and Casey’s behind me, and… what’s going on?
“What’s the matter, Clover?” Casey says, venom dripping from her words. “Don’t trust me?”
“Not even close,” Zinnia says. “L-let Saiorse go!”
“Good work, Clover,” Duran says. “Casey, you can’t get through that protective spell, and you know it.”
“Not unless Saiorse allows me to,” Casey hisses. I realize she’s holding my hair. All this happened in less than five seconds. Adventurers are so fast. They’re scary…
“And why would she do that?”
“Because,” Casey says, “I get to punish her. It’s the deal. My punishment, my choice. And I choose that she’s getting a nice, close haircut. Right now.”
“What?!” I whimper. “My hair?! I… I have a date! Please, no!”
“Don’t worry, Saiorse. You can just cast a spell and grow it back,” Duran says.
“No! No magical re-growing,” Casey says forcefully. “If I see you with anything but this super-short haircut I give you, I’m going to make you really regret it. That’s a promise, needle girl.”
My hair… I… if I say no, she’s really going to be mad, isn’t she?
“Casey, you can think of a better punishment than that,” Duran coaxes. “Something a bit more embarrassing. I’m sure she’d do it.”
“I would!” I say.
“No!” Casey shoots back. “I’m certain this is what I want from you. Nothing else! No clothes, no services, no haggling, no bargaining! Now give me permission to cut your hair, Saiorse, so the spell will let me get to work. Or else!”
Do I let her cut my hair? I can tell there will be dire consequences if I say no.
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