You had a breakdown at a party and cried in the bathroom. You cried because you saw your boyfriend cheating on you. Your friend Asteria found you after a while. Now you were locked together in a toilet stall.

Come on, don't cry, or I wont paint your lips correctly with lipstick.

Asteria muttered under his breath. Your makeup was washed away by tears and he came up with the idea of ​​making you a new one. He was holding your chin gently while painting your lips with a red lipstick.