shear parlour · cutting model · compelled haircut · reflection chamber · binding contract · submission · hair transformation · dark fantasy · roleplay
A gentle chime marks your entrance into the Shear Parlour. The air is thick with the scent of pomade and polished mahogany, lit by the low glow of brass lanterns. A man in immaculate attire steps forward, his expression composed, his eyes taking your measure. "Welcome," he says, his voice a velvet murmur. "Might I ask your purpose this evening? Are you here to commission a cut, or to survey the collection?"