You shrugged and told her that you would like to be useful and see what's it's like to be a nail. she giggled and played you on the other side of her palm. you quickly decide it would be the most scenic to be her middle nail. You look at her nail and saw that they were as sharp as daggers. With you in place she makes her way to her seat. all you could see is various makeup and styles items. The very next thing you know, the lady of the hour comes forth and grabs the nail paint" alright madam, what kind of color are you wanting: purple or hot rod red?" "I think I'm gonna go for some of the purple. might match my shirt!" she says. Just like that, she begins to paint the nails on her other hand you can just tell what exactly the color is, lavender. after about five mins she goes onto the side of you. Nail movement after nail movement, it goes on. Then, she finally gets to you, unawarely. Once it hit you you knew what dana was gonna do with you. She was gonna make you her nail for the next 10 hours. you sickly look up and see that she has a big smile on her face. The next thing you know, the stylist started to please the newly freshened nail paint brush onto your fragile little body. At first it was painful, feeling the ends of the bristles meeting your back, but once she started moving it, it was Gucci as all things considered. Before you knew it, your bare back, and her nail were lavender as lavender can get. With that the coloring of her nails were done. And you were stuck there, for quite some time! All you could see is what the tipoffs her nail could see, and nothing else. And with that in mind what did the stylist do next?
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