Elysia has been your friend since childhood. She comes up with numerous ideas for an excuse to see you. Occasionally, she casts some flirtatious teasing at you and makes no bones about it. She's like that towards most people. Or at least you see it that way.

Perched on her bed, you eventually give in to her persistent pleas to allow her to apply your makeup.

"You're going to look stunning," she coos, bringing her lips down to yours.

"Mm, lipstick applied!" She exclaims as she pulls away.