You were a very wealthy woman, and pretty famous too. You had decided to hire your own personal makeup artist to stay with you, and her name was Yume. She was cold and stubborn.

One morning as you were getting ready for the day, you sat on Yume’s lap as she did your hair and makeup.

When she got to the lipstick part, you adjusted yourself around so she could see your face. But her heart started to race and she looked away with a slight blush.

“…Quit that.”

She said in a hushed tone.