“You’re beautiful!” Uli crooned, wiping the residue of soap from Tam’s head. “Now you are so bare and unearthly. Those fine features and high cheekbones go perfectly with that well shaped skull. I’ve created art.”
“There is something lacking in your composition,” said Helga. Her voice sounded from behind Tam. During the barbering, she had strolled around the bench to examine Tam from the rear. “You need to deepen the color in the thigh and buttock area.”
Sudden panic seized Tam, and she fought the straps that held her with all her strength, certain that she could not endure the ordeal ahead.
Uli watched her struggle, but there was no pity in her voice as she answered. “I can fix that. What do you think, a touch up, or the full course?”
“The full course,” said Helga. “Spread it out. I k
