Be careful about what you stock in your salon

Ah, the look of frustration on the bitch's face! She's resigned herself to her fate! Oh if only I could move. My eyes can still barley move around, but other than that, still a mannequin. I swear, this better not be permanent!

Although, this means that she'd have to forcefully shave herself bald! Oh how humiliating that would be for her! It would serve her right for all those dead guys she brings in with her! She knows how much I hate men, especially effeminate men that look prettier than me!

I'll never forget the time she brought the 1st guy in one night. I thought he was a girl and began shearing him smooth, then a colossal bulge appeared in his shorts. Against my better judgement, I yanked the shorts off and was subject to a degrading NSFW experience. And that's the origin story of why I hate twinks. That bastard. He had the gall not only to look prettier than me, but to.. BUT TO... UGH! And then after he did it, he had the gall to say, 'Punish me more, queen.'! DID HE THINK THIS WAS SOME KIND OF BDSM PLAY!? Next thing I knew, I burned him to a crisp and proceeded to purge myself in the shower.

Never had I ever been more pissed off, and when I returned, I made that bitch balder than bald! But her damn hair grew back a few days later. Damn her regeneration. And worse, she began bringing lifeless twink bastards to me night after night, tossing them in like sacks of potatoes! Worse, she has the gall to blame ME for killing them! That bitch! Well, today is payback day!

In order to leave, she'll have to gunge herself in ALL that nasty omega ultra depilatory cream! Not to mention I managed to steal the latest laser from a lab, upgrade the wax, AND sharpen the razor blades! Oh how I'd love to be the one wielding all those against her, but alas, she'll need to do it all... herself!?

My eyes began widening with horror as that bitch stood above me with clippers in hand. No, she wouldn't...

...

HELL YEAH I WILL!

Vivi's eyes widened with horror as I flicked on the clippers and drove them into her curly mane. Did she think I wouldn't notice this mannequin was actually her? Well... at first I didn't. But after she didn't show up, I toured the place and found no one else but me in here. So I came back here and then figured I'd shave this mannequin to try and get out. And although subtle, I saw the eyes twitching.

Oh, I'm gonna pay this bitch back in full for all the times she shaved me bald. OK, yes I admit it, this bitch shaved me bald before. Hey, it was embarrassing and I was trying to suppress the memory! Any way, payback time.

I could hear a faint muffled scream emitting from Vivi's lips as I sheared her. I assume that I'll need to shave her as per her own regiment in order to use her as a key to escape. In fact, I think I'll just deplete her entire hair removal product supply just to be safe. If there's no hair removal products left, I can't be forced to shave my head.

Sharpy sharp razors and creamy screamy shaving cream. Gone.

"MMMPH!"

Waxy waxy hot wax... Yeah, who's naming this shit? Well, on her head it all goes.

"MMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!"

Omega ultra depilatory cream, permanently destroys hair follicles of vampires, beast girls, and any other cute girls with thick hair... Yeah, we dispose of this evil concoction in this house.

I plopped Vivi into a vat filled with that war crime against women's hair and proceeded to dump out the rest of the vats onto the floor. That stuff sizzled so much you'd think it was actually sulfuric acid. But it did make the floors all shiny and evaporated on the spot, so no need to worry about slipping and falling into a puddle of permanent baldness.

I then dumped out the final vat and out spilled Vivi, surprisingly still clothed, albeit now in just her latex undergarments and shoes. And naturally bald. Bald, bald, she could function as a second sun she was so bald and shiny. Ok, maybe not THAT bright, but she's definitely in contention for breaking the record for the world's baldest woman.

...

As I spilled out of that vat, I did my best to scream. My skin was sizzling, and I was bald. HIDEOUS! How dare that bitch do all that to me!

I felt a small aching as my head bumped into the door. But to my greater humiliation, that bitch waltzed over, and opened the door, using my baldness as the key to her escape! Though now, I could move a bit more freely. The spell was wearing off. THAT BITCH IS DEAD!

...

As I exited the salon, I quickly shifted to the side as bald Vivi dove at me from behind and splatted face-first onto the street. Even better, an army of police had arrived. I couldn't ask for a better ending.

"Got the murderer. Case closed," I grinned as I pulled out some handcuffs and slapped them on Vivi's wrist.

"Oh, the humiliation. Fuck that bitch," Vivi thought as she was dragged away by the police.

"Wow, you actually solved the case," Gyselle smiled as she walked up with Bella.

"Yup, now praise me. I'm a good detective."

"Not you, I meant Bella."

"Huh?"

Before I could react, the army of police suddenly descended down on me, and within seconds, I was rolling along the ground in a strait jacket.

"The hell's all this!?" I shouted as I managed to get to my feet and run away.

However, ankle cuffs suddenly came flying and restrained my ankles, sending me toppling to the ground. Gyselle then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into a police van, restraining me to a seat in the back. As I tried to protest, my mouth was forced open and some pasty things were shoved into it, pressing into my teeth. I groaned in discomfort, but luckily, it didn't last long as whatever was shoved in my mouth was removed.

"Hmm, this confirms it. Aoi Bleu, you're under arrest for the murder of Marseille Marshal, as well as many other hot twinks," Gyselle smiled.

"HUH!?"