Ore no yubi de midarero. ~ Heiten-go futarikiri no salon de…
The neon signs outside cast a colorful glow through the salon windows, illuminating the sparse, closed-up space. It was late, and everyone had gone home for the day. The atmosphere was relaxed, a stark contrast to the usual bustling activity. Ore no yubi de midarero
The salon was draped in shadows, save for the warm glow of a single spotlight over the washing station. Everyone else had gone home, leaving just the two of us in the quiet sanctuary of the shop. I had stayed late for a "treatment," but as his fingers sank into my hair, it became clear this wasn't a standard appointment. illuminating the sparse