Erika Wang was the youngest daughter of the Wang family. 20 years old, a university student of Science Major. Since she was a child, she knew that she was different from her peers. Her mother called her gifted genius, but with that title came along her parent's expectations. She learned a lot of things ranging from academic matter and non-academic, as typical in an Asian family; she had learned to play piano and violin, taking a ballet course, and few other things her parent expected her to learn. As a child, she wasn't much sociable person both because her mind that knew too much above her peers and packed schedule of afterschool lessons. The person she closest with was her eldest sister because she was the one that she spent most of the time with.
Her routines stayed the same until she reached teenage ages, the age of rebel. When she was in High School, she found something that piqued her interest: cheerleader. Her interest was placed toward the cheerleader and not the cheerleading itself. She found that the stereotypes people placed on most cheerleaders as a way to break from her dull and boring day of studying something that she held no interest in. Vapid, vain, popular, bitchy, simple-minded, those kinds of stereotypes people thought of cheerleaders. Being a cheerleader was her ticket to shake off people's expectations from her as she grew tired of it. She had fought her mother to be allowed to join her high school cheerleader club, and with her success of being admitted to the club, she escaped her previous boring study routines. She transformed herself to fit her cheerleader imagery. She wasn't resorting to acting stupid, but most of the time; she spent her time with her popular cliques who were not academically focused,so people thought that she was kinda the same with her cliques. She was still popular within the cheerleader cliques of her brain aside from her pretty face, but they didn't care a lot about the brain part. She was no longer unsociable like in Junior High School, as she had made a lot of acquaintances and few close ones that she could consider her best friends.
Time passed, Erika was now in university, while her sister graduated from law school. Despite their now busy study and social life, the sisters still maintain a strong sisterly bond. Erika had more conflict with her mother than her sister, and most of the time, her sister was on her side and that made Erika have a good opinion of her sister. Today, her sister Lisa discussed their regular girls' day out with the family. She suggested that they visited the newly opened beauty salon. They were discussing it for some minutes and then they decided that they would visit the salon for their girl's day out. ______________________________
The family of three had arrived at the salon. Her sister was talking to the receptionist while she and her mother waited in the lobby. Erika found the salon's sweet-smelling perfumes interesting as they wait in the lobby.
The management must think a lot, the perfumes they use, their choice of music, all conditioned to lead people to relax.
Soon, a black man came to welcome them; he introduced himself as Dirt Edgaf Douche, their concierge for the day. Erika found his name funny.
No way that's a real name! But why did he choose to use that name, it is the Salon's gimmick?
When the tall man told them to follow him, Erika didn't forget to take a glance at the receptionist first, a plain ginger-haired woman wearing big round glasses. Erika then took a look at her nametag, 'Betty'.
Ugly Betty.
Erika snickered on her mind. she put the matter of the Salon's worker employee name behind.
The concierge brought them deeper into the building, and they arrived at a long hallway. "Our first stop is our transformational salon. Let's the professional here tamper...I mean pamper you, and give you a dazzling makeover."
The misspoken word didn't escape from Erika's hearing but she chose to regard his word as a joke for now.
Erika shifted her attention to other salon staff that already waiting for them. Unlike Betty and Douche, they didn't wear a nametag.
A blonde, brunette, and green-haired woman with similar hairstyles, and sexualized uniforms.
What is the management planning here?
Erika speculated a lot of reason from a very rational reason to outright ridiculous reason, for example, such as mind-controlled bimbo...
Why did I think too much about it? Their reputations are at stake with every weird gimmick they use, but I didn't hear that this Salon had a problem since it was opened in town. What if...
She thought back to one of the ridiculous possibilities she just thought of.
No way!
She shook her head. She watched her mother and sister went with two of the three staff. Only the green-haired girl was left, so she followed her to the salon room.
Erika observed the room as she entered. The room was encased in pink color, a pink massage chair, pink-colored air coolers, and the room had a strong cotton candy smell. Bimbo room probably the first impression people would get from this room.
The staff led Erika to sit on the massage chair while she went to prepare the tools.
The comfortable massage chair, the room smell, the just-right relaxing music that suited the atmosphere was all tailored for their customer to relax and put off their guard.
Erika observed the green-haired hairstylist through the mirror reflection. She didn't make any suspicious move. After a few minutes of observation, Erika was no longer observing the staff, she closed her eyes in a relaxed manner.
Not my fault if I am taking a nap here.
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Zoe, the green-haired hairstylist approached the pretty Asian-American girl who seemed to have already fallen into a trance.
"You are now very relaxed, let my voice guide you, my voice brings peace to your mind, and you feel very safe with me guiding you," Zoe whispered to Erika's ear. "Go deeper into the trance..." "You want to be closer to me." "Getting closer to me is the most important to you." "You want me to accept you as your best friend." "You want my approval." "You will believe what I said as a truth and you think that it's the best idea." "Your best friend knows you the best." "Obedience is a pleasure." "Obey..." "You will repeat the mantra when I said the trigger words: You best friend know best." "Sink the mantra and these suggestions in the deepest part of your mind." "You will be awake from this trance when I woke you with..." "Well, what will you do if I already awake?" Before Zoe was able to finish her suggestion Erika interrupted her.
Zoe stood stupefied.
"It seems my suspicion was right in the place." Erika stood from her chair then began to move around. "A sinister organization which could control people's minds." "Did all the salon's previous customers fallen to your trap? Maybe all the local celebrities and socialites that promote this place were somewhat under your control." "But I don't think you targeting my family randomly; this room, for example, was clearly tailored in my taste to put down my guard, who asked you to brainwash us?"
Erika picked up a tonic bottle that was placed on the table. "Clever, this isn't your usual shampoo, isn't it? The smell of chemicals and drugs was hidden by the room's strong perfume smell." She opened the lid and smelled it. "If I may guess, this probably one of your brainwashing agents."
"Unfortunately, even if I want to live a simple life, I don't want to really be a bimbo." She closed the bottle lid and then placed it back on the table.
Zoe's brain was just registering everything that happened, "Fuck me!" she cursed, at that point in time, Erika had walked toward the door. "Okay, miss brainwasher, look like this is my win." Erika fished out her phone, "I want you to release my family, or else I will call 911 to report you!"
Zoe sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't have the authority for that." "Then contact your boss or whoever that had the authority!"
"Okay, let me connect you with our Master." Zoe walked toward the intercom located in the other corner of the room.
"Wait! Stay there! I remind you to not do anything funny, just so you know, I'm ready to send messages regarding our situation to a lot of my contact with just one button click."
This bitch! Zoe felt annoyed, "so, what do you want me to do? Do you want to contact my Master by yourself? Fine, go here then!"
Erika looked at the intercom that was on another side of the room. She couldn't possibly give up her current advantage of just a step away from escaping the room. "Just don't do anything I deemed as suspicious, go contact your Master!" Zoe dialed a set of numbers on the intercom.
"Slave Zoe here, connect me with the Big Master, we had a code pink situation at my place."
"What is code pink? I said don't do anything suspicious!" Erika interrupted her.
"I presumed yourself are Miss Erika Wang, I can hear you clearly here." A male voice was heard from the intercom. "So, are you the mastermind behind these shenanigans? Who are you?" Erika asked.
"I'm the Master of these girls, they called me The Big Master, as for my real name...I'm not stupid enough to tell you." "Am I the Mastermind? Truth to be told, I only offered my services to someone who needs it, at least for now." "Who asked you to brainwash us?" Erika threw another question. "My client's identities are secret, how can I gain their trust if I reveal that to whoever asked me?" "Answer me! Or else..." She threatened the man.
"Miss Erika..." The Big Master interrupted her, "you are mistaken here, how a genius like you can be so sure that I will back down just because you threatened me with police? You are underestimating me too much, so I humor you by talking a few things, but I can't stand some wench threatening me."