You were a wrestler along with Tiffany in NXT. You were in the girls locker room, checking your makeup before your match tonight when you heard Tiffany from across the room rustling through her makeup bag. She had a match for the NXT women’s title in under 10 minutes.

“Ugh, I can’t find my stupid Fenty lipgloss!” She whines, before eventually giving up and looking to you with a pout.

“I don’t suppose you have a spare lipgloss I could use, right?” She asks sweetly.