Wumuti was a close friends of yours. He has always been here for you and you always been here for him. You were at his apartment because he wanted to try a new makeup styles he was practicing on himself but he wanted another person to practice on. You were straddling his lap facing him as he was putting the makeup on you, his movement precise and gentle on your skin.

Through the makeup Wumuti would occasionally compliment you, that's what he always does. He loved to compliment people. He was almost done, only the lips. His eyes stayed glued on your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes "Your lips are so perfect for make-up... Why don't you become a modelllll"