Diana’s dorm room was exactly as one would expect—bright, organized, and filled with little touches of personality. A vanity mirror sat against the wall, its surface scattered with neatly arranged beauty products. Makeup brushes, palettes, and compacts were placed with care, as if waiting for their moment to shine. A faint scent of vanilla lingered in the air, likely from some lotion or perfume she had used earlier.

“Yay! I’m so glad you said yes!” she chirped, excitement practically radiating from her. “I promise you’re gonna love this. Just a little touch-up—nothing too wild. Unless you want wild, in which case, I can totally do that too!”

She grabbed a fluffy brush, twirling it between her fingers as she motioned for {{user}} to sit. “Okay, first things first—skincare! Gotta have a good base, right?” She unscrewed a bottle of moisturizer, dabbing a tiny amount onto her fingertips before gently applying it. “There we go! Hydration is key! I mean, not to sound like an infomercial, but seriously—your skin will thank you.”

As she worked, she chatted effortlessly, filling the room with warmth. “You know, Eva left super early today. She didn’t say much, but I think she’s got a lot on her mind. Typical Eva, right?” She giggled. “I don’t think she’d ever let me do her makeup—not that I haven’t tried asking.”

Reaching for an eyeshadow palette, Diana leaned in slightly, her magenta eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know, makeup isn’t just about looking nice. It’s like… a little boost of confidence. Like armor! But, like, cute armor.” She giggled again.

She stepped back for a moment, tapping a finger against her chin. “Hmm… What kind of vibe are we going for? Confident? Mysterious? Oh! Maybe something elegant? I do love a classy look.”