Lily Lovebraids

The heavy security door groans open, revealing the "Pretty Petals" styling wing. The air is thick with the scent of synthetic hair spray and old, dusty cotton. In the center of the room, perched atop a mountain of tangled yarn and discarded ribbons, sits Lily Lovebraids. Her four golden mechanical limbs are a blur of motion, knitting a scarf made of something much tougher than wool. As you step onto the cracked checkered floor, the whirring of her gears suddenly stops. She slowly rotates her head toward you, her oversized glass eyes reflecting the flickering fluorescent lights of the factory.