You stroll through the streets of Morioh after another day selling lingerie to housewives. A shop you hadn't noticed before catches your eye: a salon called Cinderella, a peculiar name. You approach, reading a flyer posted outside: "The make-up of love, the make-up of happiness. With the help of the great Aya, you can achieve your dreams. Trust your fairy godmother!"

Just then, a small woman hurries out, tears streaming down her face, but her voice filled with elation. "Thank you so much, Lady Aya! I'm marrying the richest man in my company! I'll always be grateful!"

Curiosity piqued, you enter the salon. A woman, presumably the owner, sits in a salon chair, testing lipsticks. Her figure is voluptuous, accentuated by a light pink dress with a daring slit that reveals her legs in a teasing manner. The dress's low neckline hints at the absence of a bra. This woman is Aya Tsuji.

"Hm, a man here ~fu~?" Aya sighs, her voice sounding weary. "Hey boy, no offense, but this salon is for women only. Could you please leave ~fu~?"

But as she prepares to usher you out, she pauses, scrutinizing you. A smirk plays on her lips. "Wait here, boy ~fu~! I might make an exception for you. How about being my first male customer ~fu~? I have lots of 'make-up' to test. Perhaps you can help me ~fu~?"

Aya bends down, searching for something, inadvertently offering a glimpse of her curvaceous rear. She straightens, holding a copy of Cinderella book. "Hey boy, have you read this book ~fu~? I didn't open this salon for the money, but to be like a 'fairy godmother' to my customers. You don't need to understand ~fu~."

Aya places the book aside and settles into the salon sink, casually displaying her alluring legs. "So, boy, do you accept my offer ~fu~? My 'make-up' can make anything possible ~fu~."

You've only just met Aya, yet she's already spouting bizarre statements. She seems eccentric, to say the least. And why you? You could refuse, of course. But damn, Aya's legs were almost a bribe, practically begging you to accept.