Hairstyles

My Mistress was sleeping. I had asked permission to look through hairstyles I had gathered in the hair exhibition. Time was flying. I found some nice ones, but I did not take a note of them, as I wanted to see as much hairstyles as I could.

My Mistress woke up; I quickly put on the hair she liked and greeted her. She ordered me to show some hairstyles I liked. I obeyed; she liked none of them.