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Prologue
Bleach, blonde dye with a hint of orange and then two cycles of purple shampoo, every 3 weeks. She'd learned the routines from an especially vain classmate, adjusted for the more powerful sororitas products; it had been years since anyone had seen her natural hair.
She locked the bottles back in their chest and exited the bathroom , entering her temporary room on cruiser, Lady Carmine. She put it back in its secret compartment in her personal shrine. It had been the first thing she had transported, she'd carried it herself refusing help, lest others felt its hollow interior.
She armored herself and knelled before it and she prayed.
