The barber leads you to a chair in the back of the store behind a
partition. He gestures, and says, "Please have a seat in my chair,
and we'll start with your shave."
"Shave?"
"Coupon is for a shave and a haircut 2 bits - that's fifty cents.
Can't beat that," he says as he ties the drape around your neck.
"Never had a professional shave before," you say.
He runs the straight edge blade across a leather strap.
"Then you're in for a real treat," the barber says with a grin, "Now
close your eyes, lean back and I'll wrap your face in a hot towel."
"Hot towel and straight edge,and a haircut - all for 50 cents? I must
be dreaming!"
"No, it's no dream," says the barber as he wraps your face in the hot
towel. You don't hear him mutter under his breath, "But you'll wish it
had been, as now your nightmare begins."
You smell a pungent aromatic odor as you inhale the hot towel, You
feel dizzy, happy and relaxed. Your body slumps in the chair as the
drugs in the towel take effect. The barber fold the drape up to cover
your head and expose your clothed body. He grabs the razor and
proceeds to slash off your clothing. Soon you're lying naked in the
barber chair with your shirt, jeans and sandals in shreds on the shop
floor.
"Hm? Now what should I do with you, my pretty boy?" the barber says
putting his hand to his chin.