Yours looks way better

You look at the dark hair, gently flowing down the leader's shoulders, and you shrug at Vanessa. "Oh no, your hair looks much better, obviously"

"Well then, let me help the poor girl out with a proper haircut." Vanessa smirks, and then whistles again.

The blade flashes out a couple times more, and a split second later, thick strands of hair start tumbling down her shoulders, and instead of her long locks the bandit leader is left with a lovely pixiecut, expertly administered by the floating sword. In all honesty, you think it suits her much better. Maybe it makes her look even better than Vanessa, but you probably shouldn't say that out loud or she'd shave the bandit bald - which would just be a shame.

However the haircut is not all. As your eyes glance downwards tracking the falling hairs, you also notice a few strands of hair twirling down between her legs. The sword didn't just give her a haircut, but also shaved her cunny smooth!

Throughout this degradating ordeal, the bandit stands transfixed, blushing, and paralyzed by her humiliation.