The 6B roster

As news of the 6B tournament became more widespread, many other teams began finalizing their decisions in regards to participation.

Agatha smirked as she received the notification for the 6B tournament. "Perfect. Now I can get rid of the political thorns in my sides with ease. And they'll even off themselves willingly! Oh how-"

"Agatha?"

But Agatha ignored Elenora and continued to gloat in her mind.

"With those two gone, I can have a hand in bringing forth potential SPCM replacements to-"

"AGATHA!"

"WHAT!? I'm trying to gloat about my masterplan!" Agatha fumed as she spun around, only to be met by angry glares from her teammates. "Uh, why are you all here?"

"For you. We just voted on who would represent us in the 6B."

"Like, since I'm like, practically bald already, I like, volunteered, because it totally makes sense for me to do it, because a buzzcut is like, one shave away from bald," Katie rambled.

"Then we voted on who would be joining her, and guess who got a unanimous 4 votes."

"You?" Agatha nervously snickered.

"No, YOU!"

Agatha went pale and immediately tried to flee, only to find herself jabbed with a needle and falling to the ground, limp.

"Wha- WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?"

"Just used a little immobilization serum," Elenora huffed as she concealed her wand.

Now helpless, Katie had no trouble dragging Agatha along with her to the salon.

"You'll look great bald, NOT!" Elenora glared as the door to the room slammed shut.

...

Upon receiving news about the 6B tournament, Arsinoe was nothing but prideful laughter. "HA hahaha! They know the only way to bring out one's radiance is to be bald. BEHOLD!"

The others watched as Arsinoe tossed aside her wig and smeared away her drawn-on eyebrow and removed her fake eyelash, revealing her true hairless state.

"Then I'll be fighting alongside you," Cleo smiled as she ripped her fake eyelashes off and tossed them aside.

"Sure, let the bald gorilla chuunis do their thing. Maybe if we're lucky, they'll lose and be subject to a punishment," Muna thought.

...

In her hotel room, Aydan smirked as she received notification of the 6B tournament. "Perfect timing. Hey Aigul, what say we team-up to tackle this tournament and deepen our bond some more?"

Aigul shot Aydan a disgusted glare. "We are not-"

"But you shaved your hair back with me all that time ago. We bonded with a sisterhood pact long before too."

"NEVER-"

"No need to play tsunde. Now come on, let's team up and show everyone the power of friendship."

...

Libuše scowled and went red in the face as she received news of the 6B tournament. While she had awakened a massive bald fetish a night ago, the honeymoon period had begun to wane, as she craved for her old look.

"Not like your hair would grow back anyway, unless of course you win a DESPER match," Jiřina shrugged.

"And why are you opting out? You're practically bald!"

"It's called a Chelsea, and I actually did shave my head bald as you once, eyebrows n' eyelashes too, and well, I looked like a freak," Jiřina smiled as she flashed an image on her phone of herself bald, browless, and lashless."

"I remember that. You were crying for days on end, and desperately hunting down a Desperado you felt you could beat," Jarmila stated.

"And when she finally did, she just restored her hair to that shaved Chelsea state," Lucie frowned.

"Hey, I got a sick tattoo on the back of my head I gotta show off. Plus this look makes me stand out. No more full bald for me. My peak femininity stops here," Jiřina proudly huffed as she flicked her bangs with her hand.

"Welp, Libuše's already bald, so if we wanna participate, one of you's gonna have to shave your head," Miluše growled.

"Why not you?" everyone asked simultaneously.

"Um, I got a brand image too? And with Endang now bald, I'm the only buzzed Chelsea girl in the agency."

"Oh right, you're a model too. Sorry, don't really follow that stuff," Jarmila shrugged.

"Which is exactly why a basic bitch like you should go bald. It would actually make you look somewhat pretty."

"Oi, don't insult me just because I'm not caking pounds of makeup on my face and wearing high-end clothes."

"I'm more curious as to why you're holding out, Lucie," Libuše frowned.

All eyes turned to Lucie.

"Oh come on. Just because I'm an influencer doesn't mean I'm a lewd maniac that'll shave my head for views."

"Says the girl who inked "Czech me out" on her right leg."

"It's brand motto!"

"And I wanna Czech out how you'd look bald."

"Then plug me into photoshop."

"Like hell! You know what, how about we settle this with 4-way chess."

Everyone paused, before agreeing to the proposal. And after 5 grueling minutes...

"Wah! This is too cruel! I wanted to get married," Lucie cried as Libuše dragged her with her to the salon.

"Relax, there's plenty of bald fetishists out there, or at the least, guys n' gals that'll marry a bald girl."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! I DON'T WANNA BE BALD!"

"Too bad!"

...

In her hotel room, Izetta chuckled as she stared at the notification for the 6B tournament. "And here I was cursing it all ever since I got shaved bald. Better yet, Ivelisse's bald too, so no need to worry about convincing her to join me."

"And you don't want the OG bald Peruvian milf, me?" Ichiko smiled as she pointed to herself.

"First off, you're not a mother. Second, Ivelisse is far more skilled that you in chess. Not as strong as Ivonne, but we all know how Ivonne is when it comes to her hair."

""Brand image", right? Normally, I would turn this down on the same grounds, but since I got subjected to the same unconsentual hair removal makeover as you, I see no point in refusing. Let's win this, boss lady," Ivelisse smiled as she extended her hand.

"Come on, I appreciate you enough to let you call me "Izetta"," Izetta smiled as she shook Ivelisse's hand.

...

"So I'm really getting strung along for this, huh?" Xiu asked as Xiao Lin dragged her with her to the salon.

"That's a given! I want to win this, especially considering Daria's participating," Xiao Lin scowled.

"Calling her by her real name now? You weren't the one that leaked it, were ya?"

Xiao Lin intensified her glare, but did not refute the allegations. While she had possessed the decency to respect Daria's privacy before the Fairy league incident, after, she had the perfect excuse to phone in a tip to Kisha, who likely would have connected the dots on her own anyway.

"Sucks you're already bald though. I would have loved to see you ball your eye out," Xiu sighed.

"I'll have you know I was all smiles when I first went bald!"

...

Noa's jaw dropped as she stared at the video feed from Kisha's show. "Mi- Mimoko-nee's bald..."

"That's why I called her "Smoothskin". Girl looks like she wants to marry bald itself," Shoshana sighed.

"You're not the most welcoming to those that go bald, are you," Orit sighed.

"It's not that. If you want to go bald, more power to you. But getting shaved bald against your will, vehemently against. Never should anyone have to go through that."

"So you'd be up in arms if I had lost my bet and come back bald? Thanks for caring so much," Masha smiled.

"Pumpkin, let me reiterate. I think it's wrong for someone to get shaved against their will, but if said shave is self incurred, from let's say excessive gambling gone wrong, you own your own mistakes."

"Ice cold, girl."

"Anyway, with our strong line-up, namely me at the helm of it all, I think we should wipe the floor with everyone and walk out of here with 10 million euros in gold!" Golda grinned.

"Actually, I think we should all sit this out," Chaya frowned.

Everyone naturally asked for her reasoning, to which she replied, "I just feel there's malintent behind it. If we don't finish in the top 8, we're in for a world of hurt. A world of hurt none of us should be subjected to."

Orit's gaze narrowed, yet she gave the order not to participate. The decision didn't sit well with Golda though, who promptly left in a huff. Noa decided to chase after her, but no sooner did she catch up with her did trouble arise.

Before either could react, gags were thrown over their mouths as they were slammed to the ground and bound with zipties.

"Looks like we found some sacrifices, and it just so happened to be from the team that beat us," Checheyigen sneered as she stomped her boot down on Noa's backside.

"We need to be careful. We get too close, we'll be dragged in too," Qojin warned.

"Then we chuck em' like sacks from a distance."

...

Ugnė smiled as she received the notification for the 6B tournament. "Looks like the time has come. Now, who wants to join me to slay all the other cuties?" she drooled.

"Um, Ingrida?" Živilė glared.

"Why? Just cuz I'm also bald? Forget it. I wanna do shit today. You shave your head."

"HELL NO! I'm the one here with the most hair!"

"Which is why you should go for it. Don't be afraid of the bald, embrace it!" Ugne swooned.

"Like hell!"

"Well, it says that teams can vote on who to send if they're committed to participating so all in favor of Živilė going bald and teaming up with Ugnė?" Jūratė snarled.

Everyone but Živilė raised their hands.

"You too, Eglė!?"

"Hey, this could be good for ya, girl. Embrace peak femininity and show off your girl power," Eglė smiled.

"You fucking closest bald fetishits. I'll kick your asses when I get back."

"Bet you'll be the so-called "bald fetishit" when you return. I'll have my tattoo gun warmed up for whatever slutty request you make," Ingrida taunted.

"Then use it to ink my middle finger all across your face!"

...

"Looks like it's time, then," Muazzez nodded as she began to head out.

"You're really going?" Jale frowned.

"No choice since Rasputin cast a spell on me."

"I take it I have to come along too?"

"I'd like to say I could do it myself or with someone else, but the rules are strict and I don't know what'll happen if I can't participate, but show up anyway."

Jale let out a sigh as she ruffled her hair. "Guess now's a better time than any to come out of the closet."

"Girl, I'm not asking you to go THAT far, just to go bald-"

"Zezzie, I love you. We both know that... but the world doesn't. If I go bald-"

"They won't gossip THAT badly. Look, I know Kisha's a gossip whore, but she has... some standards... Look, I'm already bald, and you're the team's top player. No one will bat an eyelash if we team up. You don't need to worry about going public about our relationship. I know you want to, I want to too, but you also don't feel the time is right, yeah?"

Jale frowned as she stared at the ground. "Perhaps if we weren't from Türkiye, this wouldn't be so hard. I mean, just look at that Irish girl with the harem."

"Don't forget Laura Amore. Speaking of which, wonder if she'll be competing too."

...

"Achoo!"

"Great, you're getting sick now. Just what we need," Gloria growled.

"Fear not, I don't feel the slightest bit sniffly," Laura stated.

"We've also been turning things around. I've even one some games," Carla smiled.

"But we're still in pain town. Margarita and Isabella are still out, so if one of us can't play, the remaining two have to win just to hold a draw," Gloria snarled.

"That reminds me. This tournament they just announced-"

"Hell no. I'm NOT shaving my head."

"I don't mind, but with our limited roster, I'd have to take either you or Carla, and I don't think it would be fair to spring this all on Carla considering how much pressure she's already been under."

"Yeah, I don't wanna go bald either."

"Then we're not participating. Me and Carla are out, and with Margarita and Isabella-"

Creak!

Everyone turned to notice Isabella and Margarita entering the room.

"The president has concluded that I committed no wrongs. Isabella is still barred from competing in the tournament, but may spectate and participate in this... bughouse tournament you speak of," Margarita scoffed.

"Well talk about a homecoming, but this feels too good to be true. I wouldn't trust that cheater with my life, especially if she's already had her mind altered without us knowing," Gloria glared.

"I'm fine... Laura, let's win this... together," Isabella trembled.

Laura scowled and delivered a slap to Isabella's face. "You broke your promise, but if it wasn't out of your own will, I can forgive you. Now come. I'll help you restart your life as many times needed," she smiled.

Isabella smiled back, but no sooner did the two head out the door did Gloria start feeling uneasy. "Something's off... This is all too convenient. This tournament feels sketchy too. Can I really let this stand? No... But I don't wanna shave my head... but Laura... Ugh!"

In the end, Gloria ended up taking off after the two and catching them.

"Laura, I'm shaving my head, so you're teaming up with me!"

Laura stopped and turned around, stunned at the development. "I appreciate the offer, but Isabella-"

"FUCK her!" Gloria fumed as she shoved Isabella down and grabbed Laura by the arm, running away before either her or Isabella could react properly.

"Wait! Gloria-"

Shut up, I wouldn't sleep well if you two teamed up, so you better thank me proper once this is over."

"Gloria, you're in love?"

"FUCK NO! Friendship. FRIENDSHIP! I think you're an insufferable sex offender and disgrace to the entire female sex, but you have your merits, and your presence... Look, I wouldn't feel right leaving you with Isabella. Her return was just too sus, so shut up and go bald with me."

Though Laura couldn't see it, she could sense Gloria was blushing with embarrassment. "If you're gonna be that cute. Fine, but I won't give up on Isabella either."

"Whatever."

Little did the two know at the time just how big an impact Gloria's decision to participate would be.

...

"Are you serious about this? It's Mifsud's event!" Baldie protested.

"You should be glad we aren't telling you to go full baldie and shave your brows and lashes," Bora scowled.

"I don't care about you. In fact, I think if we are to make sacrifices the-"

But glares from Lindiwe and Marie-Odile prevented Baldie from uttering another word.

"Baldie, no need to be so combative. We're all teammates. We're all human," Bernadetta smiled as she stroked Baldie's head.

"Bernie... Must you do this? I don't want you to be balder than me."

"It's my choice, and you respect your spouse's choices, yes?"

"We... We aren't officially married... yet..."

"We will be soon, so be a nice girl and get along. I don't like my wife being racist, you know."

Baldie scowled and sighed, but made no major effort to try and act friendlier towards Lindiwe and Marie-Odile. At the least, she didn't say anything back to them.

"Leaving us with her... Guess we'll go out and do our own thing. Good luck, Bernie, you're one of the good ones," Marie-Odile waved.

"ONLY I CAN CALL HER THAT!" Baldie fumed.

"Baldie... It's my common nickname. Others can call me that. Understand?"

"Y- Yes... ma'am..."

...

Alya trembled as she stared at the notice for the 6B tournament. "Anstasia... She'd definitely participate... I want to too... I want to see her and try and work things out," she thought.

The only problem was that none of the other Russian women were willing to join her.

"Please, is there anything I can do to convince you?"

"It's a women-only event, meaning the oni-tiger can't participate," Svetlana growled.

"Buzz my hair and I'll buzz your arm off with my chainsaw," Katryana glared.

"Equal sentiment. Force me to baldness and I'll force you to an icy grave," Galina snarled.

"What about you, Olga?"

"No. My professor's always trying to get me to go bald. I wouldn't shave my head even if you forced me to."

"But if you're being forced to, you can't refuse," Galina smirked.

"Go shove your face back into your popcorn. Discussion's over."

"Not quite. We can vote to send a member if we agree to participate."

"Which we're-"

"But I just sent a notice of participation."

All eyes homed in on Galina.

"Relax, my vote is for Olga as she would be the optimal choice for reducing internal bloodshed."

"Saved your ass last minute. Olga," Katryana growled.

"I will vote for you, Galina," Svetlana glared.

"... Olga. I'm sorry, but I really want to do this," Alya trembled.

And with that decided, Olga stormed out in a huff en route to the salon with Alya close behind. "Damn it! Mona and Abby better be getting dragged into this too. I don't want to be the only other one that's bald with Maria," Olga angrily thought.

...

Zylija proudly huffed as she stood before her teammates.

"Are you seriously going to shave your head for this? You're the nation's president," Zhazira groaned.

"And? Is any other female head of state doing this? Not that I'm aware of, meaning I'll be the first."

"And it also means one of us now has to join you."

"Allura volunteers-"

"No. I will not allow you to get away with shaving your head. You've got too many acting gigs lined up to just shave it all away."

Allura stuck out her tongue and grabbed Zylija's wrist, running out with her before Zhazira could process everything. When she finally did, Alina grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from giving chase.

"Another favor to owe me. I'm liking this role," Alina thought.

...

Ironically enough, Zylija was not the only female head of state planning to go bald as Kosovo's Teuta Kaja was also planning to do just that.

"You all should join us. Nothing's more patriotic than shaving your head and inking it for Kosovo!" Albulena madly grinned.

"No, we're good," Luljeta and Shpresa glared in unison.

Albulena scowled, but at the beck and call of Teuta, she let the matter go as she headed out with her.

...

Inkeri smirked as she pulled down her hood and ran her hand through her short purple hair. "So, how hot y'all think I'd look bald n' browless?"

"Zero attraction, in other words perfect for a slut like you," Aglaé scoffed.

"The rules say there must be a pair. Aglaé, we could vote to have you join her if you keep up that attitude," Pengi sternly warned.

"Bipasha wants to do it too, for science," Bipasha blushed.

"Yes, "science" of what, bald fetishism!? Damn cold makes us crazy."

"But we're not in The Ice, we're in Hungary," Solveig frowned.

"Then the change in climate's heightening our insanity!"

"Whatever. Me n' Bipasha be baldin' so bye," Inkeri waved as she dragged Bipasha out the door with her.

...

"Aye, you're asking an old woman like me to go bald?" Marta happily sighed.

"Who else is there, hag? You said Esperanza and Vovô shouldn't participate, I'm not shaving my head, so that just leaves you and Paulina," Sophia glared.

Marta sighed, but ultimately agreed to the proposal. Secretly, this was exactly what she had hoped for.

"Now I can influence things a bit more directly. I do hope the other teams send forth some premium meat," she maliciously thought.

...

In the Bulgarian team's room, Radina was all smiles as she stared at the rules for the 6B tournament. "I'm shaving my head bald today, ladies. Better call Venera over, cuz I want her to be there every second of it."

"So we get the razor out now?" Donka snarled.

"No, but what we will do is plan to be one of the last groups in. That way, we'll hopefully have more time to shoot footage for a music video."

"Huh?"

"I'm shaving my head bald, and so will one of you, so might as well make the most of the situation."

"There something you're not telling us?"

Radina giggled and pressed her finger to her lips. "Just that there might be others wanting to collab, or perhaps it's us doing the collabing."

Donka scowled and gritted her teeth.

"Do you want to get rid of her? That's doable here," the voice of the woman she had met last night echoed in head.

"I've always hated how you've co-opted what was originally my passion project. I'm the elite here, you're just some renegade slut that commandeered my band. Any chance I can take to get rid of you, I'll take it," she thought as she turned to Elitsa.

...

In the Romanian team's room, Mălina and Viorica trembled in fury as the team vote concluded.

"Bullshit! Why do we have to go bald!?" Mălina fumed.

"Because that's how the vote went. Now get your asses to the salon, unless you want me to drag you both there myself," Sabina glared.

Ultimately, it did come down to Sabina doing just that as the two put up quite the fight to resist going.

...

Slađana began sweating as all eyes turned towards her. "Like, just because I'm practically bald, doesn't like, mean you can just force me to go freako bald."

"Voting's applicable according to the written rules," Salvica glared.

"Then we should vote for you to join her. I believe you shaved your head back in your youth," Gorana glared.

"I'm still in my youth! And I wasn't bald, I has a Chelsea, a Chelsea! And just because of that doesn't mean you can just force me, Serbia's first lady, back to the halls of bald."

"You'll match your radical husband tit for tat."

"Gorana, you've been an awful pain in everyone's sides for too long. I say you shave your head for this!"

Gorana let out a heavy sigh and ruffled her hair, yet agreed to volunteer.

"Why so dour? You're shaving your head for Serbia. What greater honor is there?" Nikolina scoffed.

"Then why aren't you volunteering?"

"I was just about to. Now, we gather at the salon, right?" Nikolina glared as she began to head out.

Gorana sighed and confirmed the fact, straggling behind Nikolina as the two headed for the salon.

...

In team Belgium's room, Kaylee let out a heavy sigh. "You don't need to do this. Really, it would just be better if you sat this out."

"Drahomíra never had hair anyway, so it's no biggie," Drahomíra smiled.

"That's not the point. She's thenking we can't win the whole thing," Petronella scowled.

"Top 8 at the bare minimum. If you're really that serious, I'll allow it, but know that on my end, I'll be doing everything I can to get you into that top 8," Kaylee frowned as she headed out.

...

Fjolla scowled as she stared at the notice for the 6B tournament.

"Don't wanna go bald again?" Venera asked.

"No. Especially not after what that bitch did to me. I take it you'll be participating though?"

"I'm bald now, so might as well. Is Blerta down for doing it with me?"

"Oi, oi, not gonna ask me?" Yekta smirked.

"You're volunteering?"

"Yeah, I wanna get an inside look at all this?"

"At the cost of your hair?"

Yekta smirked and took off her hat before brushing her short white hair with her hand. "Shit's dyed anyway. Bald would actually benefit me more, and I can just draw on eyebrows."

"So you're serious. I'll approve it," Fjolla sighed.

...

"So who's gonna join me in this?" Uxue asked.

Iqra, Iphigenia, and Onóra all looked at each other before all pointing towards Urraca.

"Of course it comes to this. I hope the texts will permit me this dishonor," Urraca groaned.

...

Maila trembled as all eyes turned to her.

"Don't even bother. Õnne's doing this dumb shit, and with you being the s-called savior, it's your job to do your part," Valve snarled.

"You're just upset she's been in a slump lately. But the world is cutthroat. Sorry Maila, but it's bald for you," Virve sighed.

...

"You're seriously gonna have me shave my head!?" Heidi gasped.

"Why not?" Grete grumbled.

"Because I'm the poster girl, that's why!"

"All the more reason to do this for the publicity," Marianne snickered.

"You're just upset your basketball scholarship in Hokkaido got canceled thanks to Maestro Himitsu."

The remark was all it took to get Marianne to loose herself to rage and agree to partake in the 6B tournament, all for another chance at beating Daria.

...

Miku pouted as Mirjana dragged her with her to the salon.

"Don't give me that! I'm just as upset as you," Mirjana fumed.

"But you're the one that nominated me. Reap what you sow," Miku retorted.

Mirjana gritted her teeth as she thought back to just moments ago when she nominated Miku with the intent of having Ilyana join her. It backfired with everyone uniting to vote against her, resulting in her being forced to go bald with Miku.

"'Being bald will make it easier for you to groom yourself' was your top argument. But I like my hair. Now that I'm stuck going bald, you'd better take responsibility and shave your head in repentance."

All Mirjana could do in this scenario was let out a frustrated groan.

...

Mayane scowled in confusion as Yara happily skipped towards her. "Why are you bothering me now? I'm trying to read a book.

"Mayane said she'd play with Yara, and to come fetch her here."

"I said no- AYANE!"

But Yara didn't care for excuses and promptly dragged Mayane away with her to the salon, kicking and screaming.

"NO! LET ME GO, YOU IDIOT!"

"Yara saw they made Jasmina smooth like a dolphin. Yara wants to be smooth like her too!"

"DO IT WITH AYANE THEN!"

"Mayane's smarter, and she already said she'd help Yara."

"THAT WAS AYANE, YOU IDIOT!"

As Yara continued to drag Mayane away, Ayane watched from a secret vantage point. "Sorry Yara, but Ayane hopes you lose this bad. Mayane needs to go down," she thought as a scowl formed on her face.

...

"Like hell I'm shaving my head!" Caoimhe fumed.

"Oh, stop bein' so hissy. Hair's just hair. It'll grow back," Keira scowled.

"You shave your head then!"

"No problem. Me hair's a bitch to wash anyway."

"Even though it's on the short side?" Doireann frowned.

"I ain't pairin' with you!" Croía glared.

While Croía had been eager to volunteer to partake in the 6B tournament, finding her a compatible partner, or rather anyone that actually wanted to be her partner, was baffling the Irish women's team to no end.

"Spirituality... One often shears the hair atop their head for greater spirituality and detachment from materialistic values. A chance to become closer to nature and spirit is a path I'd proudly walk. But young Croía's resolve is too brash, too rooted in materialistic glory. A shame, but I shan't lend my life upon her shoulders," Fidelma frowned.

"We don't want you playing. You're the weakest out of all of us here, maybe even the worst-rated player in the tournament," Doireann added.

"Factually incorrect. There are players rated less than Croía."

"Yeah, yeah, nerd. You've got one of those executive board chip thingies on you, so why can't you pair up with her? I'm sure you'd be able to offset her stupid," Caoimhe scowled.

"Twas merely an indulgence of curiosity. I refuse to make use of it as I feel it is an unfair ability."

"See, she's already talking like a monk, so shave her bald with Croía."

"A monk I am not. Just an intellect with an interest in becoming more spiritual."

"And that's what monks-"

But Fidelma refuted her, going into a long discussion on the religious nature of monks, refusing to yield until her lecture was complete. When that finally happened, Keira came at her with a proposal.

"How about you n' me just shave our heads bald?"

Fidelma humbly accepted, but Croía naturally threw a fit, prompting the others to hold her back as Keira and Fidelma headed out.

"YE CAN'T KEEP ME FROM GLORY! I'M GONNA SHAVE ME HEAD N' WIN THAT SHITE TO PROVE I'M IRELAND'S CHAMPION!" Croía shouted as she struggled to break free.

...

Aya trembled with excitement as she stared at the news. "Bald... ALIENS LOVE BALD WOMEN! We gotta get our heads shaved professionally!"

"Damn right! I hear bald's the key to unlocking your spiritual powers, that's why monks shave their heads all the time," Laia grinned.

"And you two seem to share a braincell. Not my problem, so have fun... But if this is a government conspiracy, make sure you hide a micro camera on your persons so everything is recorded," Immaculada nodded.

Little did everyone know that Immaculada was in right ballpark in regards to this whole event.

...

Minoo let out a heavy sigh as she ran her hand through her hair as she walked down the hall with Alma.

"Art thou sure of this?" Alma asked.

"Hey, bald's gamer, and I'm gamer. Besides, I feel I need to make up for getting kidnapped."

"Twas not a rifle for us."

"But if you had lost or drawn? It would have spiraled into a major scandal for not just us and Portugal, but possibly Japan as well since that catgirl's from Japan."

"So thou wish to go bald in repentance?"

"I'm going bald cuz it's gamer. And do you have some play that's mandating you go bald?"

"Nay, but I surmise a gig of said nature will appear momentarily. Thus, I shall have this head of mine shaved smoothly bald."

...

"And they require women to go bald. They must share my enjoyment of watching others be humiliated," Vlatka scoffed.

"Uh, this mean we're participating?" Nela asked.

"Yes, now head down to the salon with Snežana."

"Wait, Dunja's not competing!?"

"You question my decisions too much. Perhaps they can also sew your mouth shut as well."

Nela shot Vlatka a glare, but ultimately obeyed her order and headed out with Snežana.

"Whatever, bald'll help my basketball, but it'll look weird," Nela thought as she winced and scratched her head.

...

"And with that, I nominate Freidl," Isolde scowled.

Friedl shook her head in dejection as she realized she was probably going to be forced to participate in the 6B tournament. "It's always me..."

"Then with that decided, how about Matsuba joins her," Arii smiled.

"Me? But Almuth's the next closest to bald," Matsuba protested.

Almuth scowled and shook her head. "I refuse to team up with that hideous thing."

"That's too far! Friedl had no control over how she was born!"

"Yet she doesn't do a damn thing about it. Plastic surgery and a wig could turn her life around, but nope, ugly front n' center."

Matsuba clenched her fist, but smiled as she turned to Arii. "In that case, Arii and I will shave are heads.

The statement caught everyone off guard, but before anyone could react, Matsuba grabbed Arii's hand and began running out with her.

"W- Wait! Matsuba, this is crazy-"

"We've already done lots of other crazy things together. Why not cause a ruckus online with a chrome dome?"

Arii nervously laughed, but beneath her smile was raw anger. "Matsuba, you're so dead for forcing me into this," she thought.

...

Tola sighed as she and Lea walked to the salon.

"Huh? of course you're gonna shave your heads. Why wouldn't we miss out on this chance for massive publicity!?" were the words Tufa had told her just moments ago.

Tola was not on board, but was unable to refuse. "Even Tsehay was egging me on, and she's the closest to bald out of all of us. Invoking Golda's potential participation did little to sway her either. Ugh, I wasn't even for dying my hair like a melted rainbow, and now that I've finally started to get used to it, Bzzz, you're going bald! And why is Tula forcing Lea to shave with me? She still has amnesia, so shaving her bald might worsen her psych. Plus, I've seen her eye behind her hair... Why, Tula? Why must you be so fame-driven all the time?" she dejectedly thought.