An enormous building stands in front of them. Rosalind and Vivian animatedly talk while Feng Mian contemplates when she can go back home to Jinn. Walking through the double doors, Noe can already tell that they have a long day ahead of them when the scent of pedicure bubbles, boutique shampoo, and pressed linens wafts into his nose.
"Welcome to the Tower of Beauty. How can we assist you today?" a Caucasian man with perfect skin, a flutish voice, and a debonair smile elegantly greets them at the door.
"Reservation for Vivia-"
"Right this way, ma'am," the man stops Vivian before she continues. "You booked a haircut for one, male. Skin care for three, women, and tailoring for three if I'm correct?" he says in rapid progression, blinking his eyes, leaning forward and staring at Vivian.
"That's correct," Vivian responds in half a laugh.
