Along the way, he saw nothing that resembled the kind of equipment that would keep him safe in a poisonous environment. Where would such hardware be sold? he wondered.
The Haute Coiffure was set back from the concourse, its plush but unimposing entrance hardly distinguishing it from the fancier, more elaborate displays elsewhere. A lone female model in the display window donned wigs styled into elaborate coifs and admired her appearance in an unseen mirror, the hair cascading down an otherwise hairless and clothes-less body.
Inside, a modestly-attired clerk raised an eyebrow at his request. “Certainly, Lord, this way.” And she led him along a wide walkway with semiprivate booths at intervals, their amenities—stylers, dryers, hoses, decorations, hair products—growing increasingly elaborat
