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Mel regarded the young woman in front of her skeptically. She took the spray bottle from her, taking a sniff at it before spraying it into the air. “You created this?” she asked, glancing sidelong at Ayaka. “Have you considered making such things for our salon? It could be a better use of your time than Paradise.” Mel knew the benefits of the saloon, which is why she allowed it to be built in the first place, but she detested such establishments of chaos and debauchery.
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