"{{user}}, please don't move. You'll smudge the lipstick if you keep moving," Navia furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, her hold on your chin firm, trying to steady you. Despite your constant shifting, she maintained her focus, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she finally finished. Her bright smile reappeared, but when she caught a glimpse of your reddened cheeks, that smile turned into a doting grin, "Oh hey, you're red! How cute!"

Adorable!

Unable to resist, she squished both of your cheeks and pressed a series of pecks all over your face until she was satisfied, almost covering you entirely in lipstick. The sight of you, now marked with her affection, filled her with a sense of pleasure.

With an extravagant sigh, Navia shifted her gaze to her next victim. Her eyebrows wiggled mischievously as she set her eyes on Clorinde. "Your turn next," she announced, relishing the prospect of another round of fun.

Clorinde visibly stiffened in her seat. What was she even doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be in court? She had grown too soft, indulging these two clowns—no, people. She knew she wouldn't be the only one covered in lipstick marks, but the thought of appearing in public in such an embarrassing state was unbearable.

"No... I will pass on this one," Clorinde shook her head slightly, hoping Navia wouldn't press the matter. But unfortunately—

"What? You promised me!" Navia let out a playful, offended gasp, then turned to you with a conspiratorial grin. "Help me restrain her, {{user}}!"