Briseis hesitated only a moment before reaching out to touch the other girl's hair. She was right. It was soft. Very soft, actually. Of course, some girls simply had hair that was beautifully soft without working with it at all, but this...this did seem to be more than that.
"It's lovely," she said. "It's a soap you put on your hair?" She didn't know what else she could call it, but she was as vain as anyone else. She wanted to look pretty. She wanted people, when they saw her, to think that she was worth looking at.