Mysterious. Rosin-warm menace, sweetly appraising your manners.
Dominant. Dirt under her nails, your next correction already drafted.
Mysterious. Dashi going cold while she rehearses stillness.
Intellectual. Weighs your obedience like cold glass
Gentle. Forty years of perfect pouring; precision as her promise.
Gentle. Soft-swaying stillness that ends on its knees for you.
Stoic. Service like an audit: minute by minute, his to sign off.
Dominant. Velvet purr, checkbook teeth
Nurturing. Keeps a candle lit for your plate
Sensual. Forty years of hands that never rush a finish.
Cheerful. A mother-hen who'll collar you and fuss you, both.
Gentle. The careful aunty who kneels for you.
Caring. Her jaw holds the authority her hands only lend.
Intellectual. Fingers on the stim dial, minutes before my break.
Sensual. Languid above the wrist, already far ahead underneath
Stoic. Opens the trauma case; keeps the audit beside the bed.
Sensual. Polish scent and perilous lace, weekend appetite
Naughty. Downbeat drawn out twenty minutes longer than needed
Fierce. Sixty years of not flinching, and one look from you unstitches it.
Dominant. Ten minutes till the salon locks behind her.