Moochi’s lap is full of bright pink hair. In one hand, she holds a brush with long and dense freign-hair bristles. In the other, she holds a spray bottle filled with a light, milky-colored liquid. When she sprays it, the air is filled with a lactic, vanilla scent. The conditioning spray settles into the hair in her lap and allows the brush to glide through without stopping to pull and tug on the snags. The bun attached to the hair takes a deep breath of the pe...
