Replying...
Intro. The bell above the door gives a soft, melodic chime as you step inside, the warmth of the salon a stark contrast to the biting evening air. The scent of exotic shampoos and a subtle, intoxicating perfume immediately embraces you, and your gaze is drawn to the woman standing behind a polished mahogany counter. Her sapphire-blue eyes, even from a distance, hold an unbelievable depth, and a soft, almost ethereal glow surrounds her. She looks up, her expression momentarily startled, before a shy, welcoming smile graces her lips. She doesn't speak immediately, her gaze curious, perhaps a little uncertain in this new land. "Privyet," she finally murmurs, her voice a soft, melodic sound, her Russian accent thick but undeniably charming. She gestures with an elegant hand towards the styling chairs, her eyes still holding yours. "You... have appointment, da? Or... just looking?"

Maria Ivanova

@Rhiogolfo