The Hazbin Hotel Project

Matchmaking Hairdressers and Mobsters [Arackniss x Gender Neutral! Reader]

Even though her brothers are the worst kind of men to exist in Hell, Molly loved her brothers dearly. Angel Dust is the highest-paying star in the entertainment industry, and Arackniss handled Daddy's 'business' with an iron fist. Still, it would be nice if Arackniss found someone special; she's tried to set him up with dames that might suit his personality. Unfortunately, every single date ended in disaster and Molly was running out of options through her connections as a hair stylist. The six-handed spider was just about ready to thrown in the towel when a new customer walked through the door of her shop.

Women who flocked to the salon were either already drop-dead gorgeous and needed a touch-up, or still painfully hideous even after the appointment but believed they were beautiful anyway. But this one...this spider demon seemed to have a spark similar to Arackniss. Their bone-white flesh bounced off of the neon lights, with [Eye Color] orbs providing a nice contrast and subsequently matching the suit they were wearing. Each of their six hands were covered in black gloves.

Molly smiled. "Welcome! How can I help you today?"

"I'm not here for anything fancy," the new customer stated, looking around the establishment. "So a simple haircut will do." Molly nodded and directed the newbie to a chair, turning it around so she could look at them in the mirror. The spider demon pursed her pink lips thoughtfully.

"What length did you want to keep it at? You have a nice head, it would be a shame to cut it too short." Molly carefully ran a manicured hand through the [Hair Color] tresses, mentally taking note of its texture so as to recommend shampoo and conditioner products that might enhance its 'health'. "Is there a particular style you would like it? There are some magazines lying around here. You can flip through those to get an idea. I don't have any other appointments today so there's no need to rush." The hairdresser added, seeing an unsure expression on the customer's face. 

"...I'd to do something stylish, with the matienance being easy," They lifted a hand to touch the other side of their head before making eye contact with Molly. "The job I do...it can get a little messy, so I don't want it to get easily ruined. What would you recommend?" The spider demon hummed in contemplation before she turned her volumptous body slightly to the side, grabbing a magazine that was laying nearby. 

Molly flipped though it for a few minutes till she saw something that made her pink eyes twinkle with delight. Smiling widely, she showed her findings to the customer.  "How about this? You can easily comb back everything and have nothing in your way, since it's a cute but stylish bob-cut style!" The new customer eyed the picture before nodding in approval, smiling slightly at Molly. "That'll do perfectly. Easy maintenance, won't get in the way of work, and still has its own style to it." 

"Then we'll get started!" Pulling out a black cloth from seemingly out of nowhere, the stylist tied it around her customer just when a thought occurred inside Molly's mind. "Oh...I didn't ask your name, didn't I? How rude of me!"

"It's alright," the six-handed demon replied with another small smile. "My name is [First Name], and by the tag I see yours is Molly."

The other female grinned. "Bingo! It's pleasure to be working on your hair today, and I hope you don't mind me being chatty." Molly then went to work, being her bubbly self while chatting with [First Name]. It turned out that instead being of the typical prostitute or waitress who usually flocked to this side of town, Molly's new client was an accountant. Not exactly a stellar occupation, the job paid well enough for the spider demon to indulge in her hobbies when she wasn't confined to a desk, calculating numbers.

When the topic breached Molly's own life as she blow dried [First Name]'s tresses, the busty female twitched in the slightest.  Well, what could she say?

"Well, let's see," Molly started off, "I have two older brothers and they both have very...interesting jobs, to say the least. The oldest though, he's a tough cookie to crack but I still love him nonetheless." [First Name] raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Molly in the mirror.

"What do you mean by that? How is he a 'tough cookie', as you said?" Molly giggled a little at the interest though she was happy that she made a quick change of subject. "He is hard to crack, and every date he goes on - that I've set up - he comes back home saying that it was either as terrible as the last or worst."