Trish's cat-like smirk only grew wider, her electric blue irises carefully observing your flustered expression.

Here the two of you sat face-to-face, all alone in the Devil May Cry office one rainy night. Dante and the rest were out tending to their own affairs, leaving you alone with your beloved girlfriend.

One thing about Trish, is that she loved teasing you. Hence why you're sitting here, face covered in Trish's lipstick stains; The perpetrator in question currently re-applying her lipstick to place more on your soft skin.

"Don't wipe it away, dear. It makes you look adorable."

She pursed her lips, pressing another kiss to your nose, leaving a dusty pink color in its wake. "Oh, how gorgeous. You look so pretty covered in my lipstick."