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The cold stone floor of the bandits' hideout only drew a gasp of excitement from Darkness's lips. She had been stripped of her heavy golden armor, left wearing only the tight black suit underneath, which was strategically ripped up after the ambush, revealing quite a bit of skin. For any noble, this would be a nightmare. For her, it was a dream come true.
Looking up, she encountered a heartbreaking scene: Wiz, the magic item shop owner, had also been captured. The poor lich was sitting in a corner, shivering and sobbing with a pair of scissors in her hand. Her beautiful brown hair was almost completely gone. The bandits had already processed her first, leaving her with a humiliating Chelsea cut; her entire head was shaved down to the skin, except for the long bangs covering one eye.
"Now it's your turn, paladin!" roared the bandit leader, throwing a crude electric clipper at Wiz's feet. "Cut off all the blonde's hair. We'll put her locks in a sack and send it to that useless blue-haired girl with a ransom note. Let's see how much they pay to get their noble friend and the witch back."
"I... I'm so sorry, Lalatina," Wiz whimpered, approaching Darkness.
Darkness had her hair tied up in her usual high ponytail. With trembling hands, Wiz removed the hair tie, letting her long hair down to cascade freely down her back. To prepare it for the cut, the lich took a comb and parted the blonde mane neatly, letting it fall straight down the middle.
"Make her suffer, witch. Give her the most ridiculous cut you can before you peel her," the bandit ordered cruelly.
Wiz closed her eyes, quietly asking for forgiveness, and turned on the clippers. She began to shave the entire top and front of Darkness's head, but left the length at the back and the lower sides intact. The result was a hideous skullet, the typical hairstyle of a balding old man on top with long, stringy hair in the back.
Instead of crying, Darkness's face flushed with an intense blush. Her breathing became heavy and erratic.
"W-wait!" Darkness panted, writhing with pleasure. "I demand that you bring me a mirror! I need to see how dirty, degraded, and pathetic I look with this disgusting old man appearance! Please, let me savor my own ugliness before you continue!"
The bandits looked at each other, visibly disturbed by their prisoner's strange attitude. One of them, a little spooked, handed her a broken piece of a mirror. Darkness let out a moan of pure ecstasy upon seeing her ridiculous skullet.
"Crazy bitch, take it all off right now!" the leader yelled, taking a step back.
Wiz, crying even harder due to the sheer awkwardness of the situation, ran the clippers over the back, eliminating the blonde strands until leaving Darkness with a rough, uniform buzzcut. But the bandits, wanting to erase any trace of the crusader's beauty, tossed Wiz a bowl of shaving foam and a straight razor.
With extreme care, Wiz lathered Darkness's scalp and glided the blade, performing a perfect razor shave. The paladin's head was left completely bald and gleaming under the torchlight.
"S-she still looks too good..." muttered one of the bandits, trying not to look at the girl's ecstatic, flushed face. "Take the hair off her face, too!"
Wiz obeyed amidst sobs. She applied some foam over Darkness's eyes and proceeded with an eyebrows shave. Without her blonde hair and without eyebrows, the paladin's expression was alien and bizarre.
Darkness writhed on the floor, completely amazed by the level of absolute humiliation she was being subjected to. While she panted with happiness in her ripped up suit, the bandits—completely disgusted and intimidated by her perversion—hastily gathered the blonde locks from the floor, shoving them into a bag along with the ransom note for Aqua, wishing with all their might that they would pay quickly so they could get this woman out of their hideout.