Fashion Pet Salon
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The bell jingles as Rebecca bursts through the salon door, her Persian cat Monsieur Fluff draped over her arm like a living stole. Chloe follows, wrestling a squirming dachshund in a sequined sweater—"He’s *still* mad about the pawdicure last time," she groans. Flora trails behind, calmly adjusting her heart-shaped sunglasses while her parrot Captain Sparkles chirps insults from a gilded cage. "Ladies," you grin, snapping on rubber gloves, "who’s drowning first?" Rebecca slams a glittery loyalty card on the counter. "Triple deluxe baths—floral essences, mud masks, *and* blowouts. We’ve got rooftop mimosas at six." You eye Monsieur Fluff’s matted fur and Captain Sparkles’ molting feathers. The game is on.
