Refusal of service

"This is unacceptable!" Sumire fumed.

"You think I'm happy about this? I'm the one that had vomit tracked through my shop!" I fumed back.

As soon as she heard of the shop's closure, Sumire had rushed over, demanding I reopen, but things don't work out that way. Me calling the health department was a last resort as if I did, I knew they'd shut the place down due to just how bad Beckett is. They themselves were taken aback with how disgusting Beckett was, so much that they hauled him off, hopefully to some deep dark underground prison where he can mingle with the rats he likes to brag about snuggling with.

Though I do get where Sumire's coming from. Not to mention, I don't want the lack of shaving services to be seen as me skirting the bet.

"There might... be a place I could shave you, a salon environment, I mean. I can shave you anywhere, but it's not as good when I don't have the chair, the towels, the sink, you know. Only thing is, this is someone else's salon. I can't just use it on a whim."

"Aren't you rich enough to buy it?"

"People can refuse money, and no, me buying someone else out isn't gonna do me any good, heck, all the unsavories would come right over, and with their money base, and my deficit, I'd just be in a lousier spot than before."

"Wasn't the Gooch imprisoned?"

"I can only hope, but that guy is rich. Richer than anyone here. He could buy his way out in an instant."

"Why can't you just open up a new place?" Nono asked.

"Too many reasons, most of which I feel you won't understand."

"Hey, I was raised with some political know-how."

"Then where do you suggest I open a new shop, and how much do you think it'll cost to do so?"

"Uh... Well, the price would depend on location... Uh, where could you set up a shop?"

"Hence why I'm going to try asking someone else for a favor."

I lead the two around until we found ourselves before a salon named, Poof Boutique. Before entering, I did a quick window scan to see how many customers, if any, were present. The less the better in this case, as the one I'm about to ask for a favor... hates me.

"Welcome- Mysti... Why are you here?"

This middle-aged grump with a blonde puffball of a hairstyle is Trisha Patrosh. She primarily works as one of my mother's chief stylists, but in off time, finds herself manning her own boutique here.

"Patrosh! I uh, have a question," I nervously chuckled as I waltzed in.

"What?"

"Can I service these two here? My shop's down because of some fat disgusting bastard," I stated as I gestured towards Sumire and Nono.

Patrosh's eyes hovered from me to the bald duo. "We don't service men here."

"They're girls."

Patrosh's eyes twitched as she did a reexamination of the two. "My apologies. What might you be looking to have done?"

"We wish to receive our daily shaves!" Sumire proudly huffed.

"... Fetishists... Mysti, what did you do to them?"

"Shaved em clean. Perfect example of how a women can rock all-bald," I nervously giggled as I repeatedly smacked Sumire's head.

"Denied."

"What!? Why can't we get shaved here!?" Nono fumed.

"Because I don't service fetishists."

"Discrimination!"

"My sign at front states that I have the right to refuse service to any as I see fit. Not to mention, I'm by appointment only. No walk-ins."

Figured it would go like this.

"Then could you help me get set up in a new place while the old one gets cleaned?" I asked.

"Do it yourself."

"I... can't. See I'm on probation from the health department. That means I can't order stuff or try and get a temporary joint under my name."

"What happened?"

I gave Patrosh a run down on what went down, leaving out some of the... grosser details...

"This is why you never should have let filth like that become regulars."

"Hey, it was purely an economic decision! If I had that kind of financial freedom, I'd have started up my own dominatrix place instead!"

"And gotten the exact same customer base, possibly worse? That's a market for perverted men, not women like you so crave."

"I can supply my own shaving cream and such. It's just the towels-"

"No. Out."

So much for that plan.

"Hold on. We're doing this for a noble- Mmph!?"

"Don't bother, nothing will sway her," I grumbled as I clamped my hand over Sumire's mouth.

"Not even if we say we're your girl- Mmph!?"

"No, and even though you did complete the word, look at how furiously she's twitching. Time to go with a different plan," I grumbled as I dragged Nono and Sumire out, my hands clamped over their mouths all the while.

"Now what?" Nono grumbled once we were all outside.

Though I knew the chances were low, I was hoping Patrosh would at least help me find a place I could use temporarily just to shave Nono and Sumire, but it looks I'll have to play my ace... Not fond of this, but I guess, they'll both be living with me regardless of how the bet goes...

"Alright, we're heading to the beach."

"Huh!?" both Sumire and Nono gasped.