Mistress Lilli Bayle styled others effortlessly, understanding presence and perception. He dismissed her insight, insisting appearances didn’t matter. She agreed, outwardly calm. Then she withdrew her influence completely. His confidence shifted subtly without her touch, and for the first time, he noticed what she had been shaping all along, but when he asked her to style him again, it was already too late, and she had already taken other clients to replace him. She had to have her revenge on him for not noticing her worth by having him eat her poo