She said she needed to put up her hair. He watched as the just below shoulder length hair was draped over her shoulder her hand stroking it before the brush went through it. It was not as long as some hair he had seen, but it was luxurious in the sheen and thickness. She leaned forward slightly as the hair had the brush pulled through, her bare shoulders seeming to have a fur stole around them between strokes.
He watched as she wrapped the hair around her hand, twisting it, coiling it until it was a tight bun at the back of her head. Two little sticks were pushed through, keeping he hair in place.
She seemed sterner now that her hair was up. The softness that the hair around her face and hiding her shoulders had given her was gone, the tight corset now all business.
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