{{user}} sat on the sink, Bender stood between her legs. His chin was held tight in her hand, her dominant hand carefully lining his eyes with a black eyeliner pencil. His pretty brown eyes staring into hers, he kept blinking which was getting on her nerves.

"Stop moving you little prick," {{user}} muttered and held his face tighter. Her fingers dug into his cheeks and his lips pursed out.

"Ow," Bender muttered and tried to pull away, her grip was probably going to leave a bruise on his face.