Hair dye hell

Fjolla scowled as she stared at her nude reflection in the mirror. From head to toe, her hair and skin were completely blue. No matter how much she washed or soaked, nothing seemed to change. The only thing that seemed to be unaffected were the black eagle tattoos on her chest and back

"They said this stuff would go away on it's own in a day. Guess it means we just gotta bear it until then," Venera sighed as she laid on the bed in a bathrobe, kicking her feet up at the air.

"You think I want to be blue for a day? Red's my color. Yekta, is the dye ready?" Fjolla growled.

"Ready, but you sure you want to try this? It might be a bad idea," Yekta warned as she set a bowl of red hair dye on the table.

"I don't see how it would be bad. Worst case scenario, it just fails to turn her hair red," Yllka scowled as she stared at her phone.

"I heard rumors that trying to forcibly dye your hair back when it's covered in 6B blueberry juice is really bad. No one's ever done it to my knowledge though," Venera warned.

"Then it's either meant to serve as a deterrent, or there's teeth to it. I'll take the risk," Fjolla scowled as she turned and headed for a chair, sitting down and crossing her legs.

Yekta nodded and turned to Blerta, who nodded back and began applying the dye to Fjolla's hair starting from the right side of her head. All seemed fine, until suddenly the dye began to turn blue and harden, causing Fjolla great discomfort. But when efforts to fix it failed, Fjolla angrily began dressing herself, and once complete, stormed out of the room with Blerta and Yekta close behind.

"Knew that might happen. Well, she took the risk, so she can't exactly complain," Venera sighed as she decided to get dressed herself.

...

Fjolla angrily stormed into the hotel's salon and plopped down in a chair, much to the dismay of the staff. "Oi, can you fix this shit?" she snarled as she pointed at the hardened portion of her hair.

"Oh, um... the only way to fix it... Is to shave it all off!" the stylist cackled with an unsettling smile plastered upon her face.

Fjolla shot the stylist a glare, rising from her seat and grabbing the hair clippers. "Whatever, I can just have my head inked anyway," she grumbled as she flicked on the clippers and began shearing herself.

"Uh, ma'am, you can't just-"

"Like I'd let you put me in a state of vulnerability! Blerta, Yekta! Stand guard!"

The two nodded and immediately began dragging the stylist out. However, the stylist then overpowered them and ran over to Fjolla, slamming her back down into the chair. Metal clamps then arose from the chair, restraining Fjolla's wrists and ankles.

"THE HELL IS- MMPH!?"

"Oh, so sorry, but when it comes to shaving heads, I'M the one doing the shaving," the stylist sneered as she smeared a glob of hot wax over Fjolla's mouth before ripping off her disguise to reveal herself as Melisha Kamaleon.

Fjolla shot her a glare and began violently struggling, but to no avail.

"Ah, you're so cute, despite being SO dangerous. Now, a full headshave, brow shave, lash plucking, wax, and tattoo service, on the house of course, right, ma'am?"

"MMPH NGH [HELL NO]!"

"TOO BAD!"

Blerta and Yekta attempted to fight back to free their master, but Melisha was too powerful, effortlessly swatting them away as she shaved Fjolla bald.

Fury sprung forth from Fjolla's eyes as the buzzing finished and she was lathered in shaving cream. More than anything, she hated being in a helpless and vulnerable state. Never again did she want to be at someone else's mercy, yet that nightmare had become reality once more.

As the shaving finished, next up was the wax, but just as Melisha finished encasing Fjolla's head and face and wax and prepared to pluck out her eyelashes, a third and fourth party intervened.

"Melisha, did you trick that girl into getting shaved?" Daria scowled as she stood at the salon's entrance with Mimoko.

"Out of the way, woman! This is an emergency! I can't be blue for the rest of my life!" A fuming Ionuț clad in a bathrobe and slippers scoffed as he barged his way in and sat down in a chair. "FIX THIS! I'm the most important man in the world! I can't be a blue goblin!"

Melisha scowled, splitting her glare between Daria and Ionuț, though Daria was arguably getting the nastier glare.

"Did you beat her in chess, or did you just start shaving?" Daria asked.

Upon hearing those words, anger past it's peak erupted within Fjolla as she summoned her WWCF card and attempted to challenge Melisha to a match.

"Tch, damn you. Very well. But in my defense, she had already applied hair dye to her hair, so no choice but to shave it off," Melisha snarled as she ripped the wax off Fjolla.

"Only a small portion of it was coated in dye! You shaved my whole fucking head!" Fjolla shouted.

"You're the one who started shaving on your own, and said you wouldn't mind a tattoo."

"I meant just that side of my head, dammit!"

"Oh, then you should have explained. We humans are stupid creatures after all."

"Like hell you're human."

The look Melisha made in regards to that remark was neither angry, sad, nor happy. Rather, it was simply blank. Most paid no heed to it, except for Mimoko.

"What's with that look? It looks blank, but for some reason, I feel it's hiding something. Something painful," she thought as she hid behind Daria.

"Anyway, I'll give you a chance to fix your hair. This vile will instantly grow your hair back, but fair warning, it will grow back blue. Not to worry though as it will return to normal once 24 hours have passed since you were first dyed blue. But lose, and we continue the hair removal-"

"EXCUSE ME! Where is my service!? I can't be blue for a second more! Fix me this instant!" Ionuț fumed.

"... Well, since I don't need any headaches from the top brass, Fjolla, you'll be playing Ionuț for the chance to grow your hair back. Winner gets the instant hair growth vile, loser gets permanent hair removal service, nude. Oh, and I hate shaving men, just so you know, so I do hope you lose," Melisha snarled as she slammed a large vile down on the counter.