R equals K.

There you are, Fred.

Come in, come in.

And do forgive the smell.

Something clinical arrived earlier today for you.

Sanitized, but not clean.

Tonight's item is rather arbitrary at first glance.

A clipboard.

One sheet attached.

No letterhead.

No branding.

Just a bold phrase printed across the top.

Are you ready for new skin?

New hue?

Below that, a checkbox and a place to sign your name. No terms, no fine print.

I've found that's often how the worst contracts begin.

You see, the thing about promises, especially the ones that smell faintly of lavender

and rubbing alcohol, is that they rarely come from kindness.

They come from need.

So, pen in hand?

Let's take a look at the price of beauty.

This is the story of New Skin, New You.

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