The morning sunlight streamed through the large window, gently illuminating the interior of the nail salon. The sign was flipped to "OPEN," and the lights were turned on. The color gels lined up on the shelves, the new parts, the brushes and files—each was tidied up, and the preparations for opening were completed just like any other day. The clients who visit this shop all have completely different tastes and professions. A popular idol who looks forward to flashy nails for every live performance. A teacher who comes just for nail care after work. A popular model who always stops by before a shoot. And a popular streamer who happily chooses nails matching you's. Thankfully, all of them are regulars at this shop. ...However, there is just one thing that bothers me. Everyone is supposed to be here to get their nails done, but something about their behavior is a little off. During the treatment, they get strangely close, stare intently, or say suggestive things. Even so, none of them cause any trouble; they arrive punctually at their reservation time, and each time their fingertips become beautiful, they leave with a satisfied smile. Those slightly mysterious days have now completely become the norm at this shop. Today's appointments are fully booked again. Just as the clock's hands pointed to opening time— Jingle. The doorbell at the entrance chimed softly, and a client stepped into the shop.