EXPLICIT - Hair Raising Problems

	The cold hard floor is what meets the two figures when they wake up from their unwanted naps. That, and the feeling of their heads throbbing like they were being pounded in with a sledgehammer. The first of the duo to wake, the elf girl, sits up after a moment or three before rubbing the side of her head.
	“Ugh… jeez, if that ain’t a way t’ wake up, I certainly don’t wanna find out how worse ah can get…” After a bit, she flutters her eyes open before almost immediately squinting at the light streaming down from above the two of them, lighting up her- “W-Wait, where the Sam Hell ‘re my clothes!?” Her eyes widen before her hands come up to cover her exposed breasts and her crotch. She looks around for a moment before looking off towards her side, where her friend, a Cait Sith girl with dark fur and light cyan accents mumbles something in her sleep.
	“Hey. Hey, Lydia, wake up, now.”
	“Mmmnh… I don’t want anymore porridge, mummy…” At which point, the elf girl sends out her foot into the feline-esque female’s side, causing her eyes to jolt open a moment later. “SNNGAH!! Huh?! What?! Ugh… Clementine, don’t do that… I was having a nice dream that I was surrounded by…” Her voice trails off upon feeling the cold hard floor underneath her rump. After a moment of looking around and trying to figure out what was going on with herself, she covers her own exposed flesh with one arm, and another bit with her other hand.
“Yeah, well, dreamin’s over fer’ now. Where d’you think we a-”

“Good morning, you two. I’m glad to see you awake and ready to play a bit of a game.”

The two of them jump at the sudden voice apparating in thin air, and after a moment or two of them each trying to figure out where the source of that booming voice came from, they simply look up.
“Game? The heyell y’ talkin’ about now?” The elf girl shivers after a moment… The thought of a “game” involving the two of them in danger set her heart aflutter… Adrenaline works in mysterious ways, most likely.

“Simple, really.”

Suddenly, the sound of a loud “CLICK” fills the air before the lights above the two of them shine throughout the place. Naturally, the two of them wince after being in such a dark room for an unknown amount of time. The two females look around for a moment before the feline’s eye stop at the sight of…
“A...dressing station…?” True to the feline girl’s words, there was a medium-sized desk on the far side of the room, complete with a number of hair care products, two stools, and a pair of crystal clear mirrors. The feline stands up from her seat on the floor, and starts to make her way over there…

“You two are to simply style your hair. Use as much product as you’d like, but make sure that you finish before this clock-” A small “click-click-click” sound fills the room before a light shines on a nearby wall, showing a large analog-style clock. “...hits zero. If that happens, well… I doubt that you’d want to clean yourselves up off of the walls, would you?” The two girls glance at each other for a moment. A second passes in silence before the two of them suddenly bolt towards the table at breakneck speed! The two of them skid into their seats before reaching towards the various products that dotted the table.
“Oh dear, oh deary dear... “ The feline female shivers for a moment at the feeling of gripping a combo-can of hairspray and glitter. She had a canister of this brand at her home that she absolutely adored to use to make her hair as shiny and primped up as she could manage while still looking presentable. Though, while she liked to use such a product for herself to make her feel nice and silky, now wasn’t the time to try and indulge in her desires. After grabbing a nearby brush from her side of the table, she laces it through her deep onyx and slightly azure fur before quickly giving that area a spritz of Hairspray.
“Hnn…” She shivers for a moment while holding back the inevitable urge to moan out into the air… Oh, why did she like such a product? Was it the feeling of it on her fur? Or, was it something else entirely? Once she had tried to make herself look as presentable as she could, she tosses the can down to her side before picking up a small jar of cocoa butter Hair Mousse from the selection. She scoops a dollop of that slightly brown goop into her hand, and runs it through her hair, another shiver making her knees buckle in her seat from the sensation of running through a manic version of her routine…
Meanwhile, the elf girl had been busy on her own side, a tube of hair gel left half open with a good majority of its contained hair-slick now in the elf’s orange hair. She feels her own set of shivers; not from the product itself, but from the entire situation. While she loved to be in situations where she was in danger, this was one of the least likely situations she’d ever been in. Not that she’s complaining, though. After a dollop of oil from another canister makes its way through her hair, she puts her hands on the desk and stands up.
	“Done! Now, let us the Sam Heyell outta here!” She looks up at the exact moment the feline girl was finished. She stands up as well, and looks to her friend.

“Oh, deary… what’s the matter? You certainly have an explosive personality, don’t you?”

Both female’s eyes widen before opening their mouths to scream. They get out a syllable or two before light fills the immediate area…


Meanwhile, at Madame Mufeaux’s Hair Emporium, we see one of the employees bringing out a pair of wigs, one a bright orange with a deep-set braid, and another one, this one a deep onyx-color with light cyan highlights. Once the employee makes sure everything is in order, they leave the room, the wigs now presented on stark white mannequins for all to see.