Enter the salon

The salon isn't terribly big; you count three main stations and a collection of other equipment scattered around the room. It's also completely empty, save for one middle aged Chinese woman who looks up at you as you enter. She's several inches shorter than you, and has a plain, flat face, unkempt shoulder length black hair, a wide nose and thin lips. She looks a little pudgy. This is the woman who's going to make you look good?

"So this is the girl, uh?" she says in a harsh voice as Li enters behind you, "Let's take a look."

She walks over to you, and you try not to feel self-conscious as she examines you carefully, occasionally turning you or moving one of your limbs to get a better view.

"Uh, well, she's pretty enough, I suppose, but she's a mess. Where did you find her? She doesn't even shave her armpits. Her nails are horrible, hair is a tangle, eyebrows need tweezing. Skin not too bad, though.

"How much time do I have?"

Mr. Li looks at his watch. "I need her in three hours."

"Impossible!" the woman exclaims, "This is impossible. I had no idea she would be in such shape."

Mr. Li looks tired, "Please, just do the best you can. I will return in three hours, as we agreed. Debbie, this is Mrs. Wong. She will take care of you. Cooperate with her fully, we have no time to waste."

With that he leaves you alone with the stern looking Mrs. Wong.

"So, this is the costume that you will be parading around in, uh? American girls are so eager to trade their dignity for a paycheck. Maybe you wish you studied in school now?"