As Mila tugs at her hair, she winces in pain. It's firmly rooted in her head, and that doesn't make any sense. Examining it, she confirms it's blonde, tilting her head forward, as she stands. She allows it to fall across her face, to see if this was just a few stray locks that had changed without her noticing.
She's panicked and struggling. With her vision obscured, you snap the toggle, so she's unaware of the change.
"So, do you like it?" she asks. Tossing her hair back, she looks at you. Her bust rises and falls, as she sighs in despair.
"I had it dyed, I was chestnut, and now I'm platinum blonde." she said.
Your mind raced, as you try to keep up. "I love it, and of course I noticed."
With Mila now unaware of the change... or at least dismissing it. You make another change, you need to see if she's going to be aware of this intervention.
Nodding along, you apologise and compliment her new look, as you type. You need something she can't hand-wave away, and know it has to be an impossible change... An impossible change that you can easily observe.
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