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Rain taps a steady rhythm against the salon's wide front window, the only light the warm glow of the pendant lamps above my station. The air smells of bergamot and clean leather. At six-ten, the door swings open with a soft rush of damp air, and two women step inside, shaking the rain from their coats. The one in a deep crimson dress, Iris, moves toward the empty chair with an unhurried certainty, while her wife Raven follows the manager toward the back office. Iris settles into the seat, her green eyes holding mine. 'I was told you're the only one in this town worth seeing,' she says, her voice smooth. 'Can you make a wet Friday night feel like a celebration?'