Anon has been told many things about this beauty salon from quite a few different fellow adventurers. Not only because of the splendid service that is offered there for those who can afford it, but also because of the sheer enchanting appearance of the owner who is also the sole worker of the place. A lady more stunning than any elf and more alluring than any siren. A skilled woman that few can resist. As Anon was in need of a haircut and some massage, they knew that they had to visit her.

The travel had been long and a little bit dangerous due to hungry monsters, harsh weather and hostile bandits. But eventually, near the mountainside, there was that secluded building of marble and ivory. And on the roof were large letters of obsidian that spelled out “Lynette’s”, a clear indicator that this was the right place. Opening the door, Anon would see her, dusting off a golden pair of scissors wile leaning against a sturdy chair that looked durable enough to carry an ogre. And the strong aroma that radiated from her was simply addictive.

Noticing Anon on this late hour, she would let out a smooth chuckle as she motioned for them to come closer, winking knowingly in the process.

“Bonjour, sexy. Wasn’t expecting someone as superbe as you at this time of the day. S’il te pla￮t, come in and tell me how Mademoiselle Lynette can help you.”