Leave the small room

Mrs. Wong sits you at one of the stations and immediately looks to your hair. "It's kind of blond, but you need some highlights to make it really catch the men's eyes."

"I don't know that I want to 'catch the men's eyes'," you say.

"Ssshhh, don't be stupid, girl. That's your job. Eye candy."

"I'm a computer programmer," you say, frustrated.

"Haha, sure, girl. We're all programmers here," she replies, "I'm going to program your hair blond now. Don't move, this is nasty stuff."

She spreads a gel onto little bits of foil and wraps them tightly around locks of your hair. You have no idea what chemicals she's using, but they smell highly toxic.

Once she's got your head wrapped up in tin, she begins your manicure. She starts by cutting your nails precisely and buffing them to perfect smoothness. She then gives the same treatment to your feet. You've got to admit that you kind of like the decadence of having someone fussing over you.

"Now you get to choose," Mrs. Wong says. You're surprised that you have any input into the process.

"What color would you like them? Red? Pink? Maybe silver to match your shoes?