Ashlyn gets the long, acrylic coffin nails she's "always wanted"

"Well, Ashlyn here would like long acrylic tips, coffin shaped, just like you always say you want, right? In... ooh, that shade of pink is perfect. A little understated, but it'll match your top really well. Same color on the toes." Bree dictated.

"Is that right?" the employee turned to Brian, who was still trying to decipher everything that Bree had just said.

"Uh, yeah," Brian muttered, knowing the price for going against what Bree wanted was higher than he wanted to pay. He'd have to suffer with the nails.

The experience itself wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was the complete opposite with his aching feet soaking in a bath, his hands being buffed and polished before the acrylics came out. And as for the blowout, it felt nice to have his hair professionally done, especially since Brian felt that Bree took perverse pleasure in causing him as much pain as possible while she styled his hair. When everything was said and done, Brian wiggled his fingers as he tried to figure out how he was going to touch anything with the long claws now attached to his fingers.

Bree giggled as she admired her own, far shorter, though naturally long nails, polished in a pleasant shade of lavender.

"Those look perfect! Just perfect!" Bree exclaimed. "And your hair came out great!"

Brian took a few minutes attempting to maneuver his heels long enough with the newly added wrinkle of his far too long nails to get them onto his feet, where the same pale pink taunted him on his newly perfectly pedicured toes. Brian sighed as Bree returned and helped him getting the heels back onto his feet.

"Come on," Bree said, nearly dragging Brian out of the store, almost like she was in a rush.

"I'm sorry, am I not like, going fast enough for you? Maybe I'd be faster if I wasn't on stilts!"

"Oh, relax, I've walked in heels twice as tall. It just takes poise and grace. And practice, which is why you're wearing them."

"Where are we going in such a rush anyway? You weren't this concerned about our appointment at the salon!" Brian groaned as they stopped in front of the local trendy coffee shop.

"I'm not rushing, I'm just thirsty and want to get coffee. Here's some cash, I'll have a double-foam latte and you'll be having an iced caramel macchiato. I'll go get us a table. And be sure to give your name as Ashlyn"

"But I can barely hold anything with these nails!" Brian whined as he fumbled the cash between his hands.

"Don't worry, a bimbo like you won't have to hold anything important for too long. That's what boyfriends are for." Bree laughed as she pushed Brian into the line and headed off to find an empty table.