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The mother and the daughter strolled into a familiar beauty parlor. As Amy spoke to an indescribable female behind the counter while Morgan searched the room. Her blue eyes fell upon a young male who was finding some kind of teenage heaven while a vivacious foreign woman moaned over his hair. A single strand of the siren's dark curly hair fell upon her face. The woman's mouth was mouth tease and it was covered in a deep crimson smile and casually a pink tongue rolled over them. She had a pornstar's lips and tantalizing bedroom eyes. The temptress looked up then seductively winked at Morgan and smirked.

Morgan could feel the sexual vibration beat through the parlour. The walls echoed in pleasure and the black and white linoleum turned into desperate tongues licking the soles of her shoes. It seemed to be heated by the sensual enchantress and answered by the young man's searching hand. Morgan was about to be overthrown in the erotic undertones of this pleasure zone when her mother firmly guided her to a male beautician.

Through his speech the male beautician tried to cover his Brooklyn accent, however, a few times when he was angry with his staff it was apparent. He strutted and strode while bragging how he would make her his masterpiece. Then made snide remarks on how mere mortals can't sculpt themselves that the need a god like himself to create beauty.

After a short cut and styling the beautician walked Morgan over to a mirror that was covered by a red velvet veil.

"Now, see how I have made the ordinary exotic! I, have made a simple youth a elusive nymph! She will be my Venus in the flesh! My masterpiece!" he announced. "It is time for the unveiling!" he clapped and one of his minions removed the cloth.

Morgan stood there while the other customers gave raving reviews on her looks including her surprised mother. Meanwhile the smug beautician and his staff congratulated among themselves. Morgan was about to ease a smile when the vivacious charmer appeared in the mirror behind her. She watched while the vixen's mouth formed a single word 'artificial' the woman walked closer to her.

"Do you think your image mirrors your soul, fille?" she whispered in Morgan's ear.
"Look at the humans around you who foolishly absorb tricks of the flesh. You can rise above them. You are not among them,"

Morgan looked back in the mirror once more and the webs of lies that the sickly spiders of society had wrapped her in slipped off. Then in one quick motion of her fist she broke the mirror. The desperate tongues of the linoleum licked the shattered images of Mrs.
Matthews' shocked face and her daughter's willful glare.

Later the mother ran the daughter into the emergency room were the offspring's wounds were stitched up and bandaged. Then in the quiet a private phone call was made.