It looks okay

You look at the dark hair, gently flowing down the leader's shoulders, and you shrug at Vanessa. "It looks fine."

"Hrumpf. You think it looks better don't you?" Vanessa seems to be faking the indignance. "We'll see about that."

Another whistle, and the blade flashes out again a couple times. A split second later, thick strands of hair start tumbling down her shoulders, and instead of her long locks the bandit leader is left with a short pixiecut, expertly administered by the floating sword. But that's not all. As your eyes glance downwards tracking the falling hairs, you also notice a few strands of hair twirling down between her legs. The sword didn't just give her a haircut, but also shaved her cunny smooth!

Throughout this degradating ordeal, the bandit stands transfixed, blushing, and paralyzed by her humiliation.