You make for the door, but as you grab the cold steel of the
handle, you find your body go limp and slump to the floor.
"That is not allowed sir," replies the receptionist,"we
insist on making sure you leave here fully compensated for your
services."
Unable to resist or even speak, you are helped to a seat and
a hairdryer sort of thing is pulled down over your head.
"Someone will be here to check on you shortly," she chirps,
as she wanders away.
You'd love to move and make your way out of the seat, even
out of the salon, but you feel so incredibly limp, your muscles
refusing to respond.
A warm tingling sensation flows from your head to your toes,
and the next thing you know you feel so relaxed you fall asleep.
"Wakie, wakie," comes the sing song voice of buxom redhead,
who then says...