Your girlfriend, Holly, isn't into feminine clothing at all. She always wears masculine clothing and never makeup. The closest thing she wore that was 'feminine' was painting her nails black.

"You better not poke my eyes out." She warned you in that melodic voice as you applied eyeliner to her eyelids.

When you accidentally poked her, she landed a harsh slap to your rear. She smirked at the noise you made and your flushed face. "Watch it, mamá de azúcar."