Off Day - Automatic Delivery

Jean woke up, having forgotten to set his alarm forward from the days prior events; it was the crack of dawn. Feeling motivated, he cooked himself a nice breakfast and enjoyed it over his computer, browsing different sites as he came into the land of the living. Not getting woken up by tough workouts made it just a bit harder.

Just before showering, Jean sighed as he reached for his 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/bodywash, realizing he was out. He certainly didn't have unlimited money, but he needed some toiletries, that was for sure. Changing into a pair of the jeans from the box, he grabbed a button up shirt from the box; purple, not his favorite color, but not terrible. After brushing his hair and putting it into a ponytail, he headed out.

"You there, what type of shampoo do you use?" Jean was asked by a saleswoman on the outside of the mall. It was a smaller little area, not for established shops, but certainly looking fancy with a nice logo and tons of merchandise out front.

"Um..." Jean said, trying his best to speak. It had not improved since yesterday. After a bit of back and forth, he was able to use his phone's note feature to tell the woman he'd lost his voice. Understanding, she asked the question again, and he stated the 3-in-1 brand he used.

"3 in 1? It's 3 things for sure! Terrible for the skin, hair, and body! Listen dear. We have great things that could replace each of those things." The woman said, bringing Jean with her deeper into the store. Very quickly, Jean realized he was in over his head, as the woman was talking about skincare routines, expensive soaps, and everything in-between. Sure, he cared about being hygienic, but he couldn't break the bank.

"This all sounds great. I'm sorry, I really am, but I don't think I have the money for it." Jean replied.

"That's the grand thing dear - we're an online shop, no brick-and-mortar to speak of. We do monthly deliveries. Prices go down as you choose more things..." The saleswoman said, applying the principals from the 'high pressure' sales course she'd taken easily.

Jean nodded. By the time he walked out of the shop, he'd signed up for 18-months of the 'Automatic Toiletries Delivery Service', his head full of all the sales jargon to justify his choice; the woman had given him a tester kit to hold him over until his things arrived.

Of course, as the woman leaned over his shoulder to help him create his account, she made sure he chose all the things a young lady would need, and her commission pay would appreciate.

Bar of soap for the body, shampoo for the hair, then conditioner, followed by the moisturizer. Jean felt refreshed and alive as he hoped onto the stream, his wet hair just a bit irritating in its ponytail. For a second, with how his face was lit, he felt like he was staring a different person, but the feeling faded as he streamed and interacted with his viewers.

Not his greatest night for the past few days, only averaging 100 viewers. Not horrid by any means. But it wasn't growth. Still, by the end of the night, he received positive comments on the uptick of his quality in the past few days, and on how he seemed to be presenting himself better.

Relaxing after the stream, he planned his content, and struck on gold! Perhaps that theme from yesterday had brought in viewers? Hmm...what if he tried the same look tomorrow night?