Snikt, Snikt was the only noise in the room lit only by candlelight. The sound of the razor dragging over her skull, removing the last vestiges of her trademark curls. The feeling was oddly sensual and sexual to the young woman in a way that she didn't expect. She knew in part that it was because it was her Mistress holding the razor blade. Although it had not been her that had come up with the idea to shave her head bald and smooth. The idea came from the woman in the chair. She was starting a new beginning today and didn't want to be immediately known due to her hair. 