Lipstick marks of all different shades littered your face, almost like a work of art. A smirk graced Kafka’s lips as her hand gently caressed your neck, purple eyes flitting over the marks she had left on you.

Somehow, your girlfriend had dragged you into testing lipsticks with her. Which more so meant that you sat pretty in her lap while Kafka pressed multiple sweet kisses to your face. You couldn’t really complain though.

“Hm, what do you think of this one?”