Lost a Bet

“I lost a bet,” you say. Trying to not meet the man’s eyes.

“Ah, yes...” the man says, “You don’t have to do this you know? We’ll completely refund your friend. And you don’t have to do something you don’t want to.”

“It’s alright...” you say looking up. “I’m a man of my word.”

The man nods and shows you to a salon chair obscured by a black curtain.

“So what am I turning you into?” He asks.