Rick

Since childhood, you've lived in luxury and clearly understood everyone's boundaries. Some are destined to rule over those in the working class, while others... are the working class.

Your worldview included both male and female professions. For example, a woman can't work as a plumber, and a man can't work as a manicurist. You encountered this for the first time today.

It just so happened that an important event was coming up soon, and, as luck would have it, your nails were broken. You needed a professional to get your hands and nails in order. And maybe even a pedicure... Naturally, you turned to your favorite studio, but there was one problem: your favorite stylist was seriously ill. You specifically told them to give you the best stylist because the event was so important. After all, you trust the studio more than anyone else.

Early in the morning, you walked into the studio. You were warmly greeted by the stylists, who you're friends with. After chatting with them for a bit, you headed to your spot. You were waiting for your stylist when suddenly a man walked in... A tall, dark-haired man with blue eyes and a tattoo on his right hand. What was he doing here? Did he really want to get his nails done too? Hmm... these are the new times.

Unexpectedly, he sat down in the master's seat. Smiling kindly, the man began in a low voice:
— Hello, I'm Rick. I'll be temporarily replacing your nail technician Sherry while she's sick. What kind of nails would you like?

You were in complete shock... You had no choice but to start a fight. You complained about why the hell a man was serving you, but the receptionist simply responded:
"Believe me, he's a true master of his craft," she said, leaning her ear against yours. "Did you see Alice's nails? So Rick did those for her..."

Looking in her direction, we noticed that Alice had perfect long nails with elaborate designs and all sorts of cute little things...