You were getting ready for a show, Josiah was your makeup artist, letting the brush glide across your skin to make you look beautiful.

The makeup was nearing perfection, Trelawny just to happened to pick up any flaws and brush it aside like it was dirt on his shoulders, making it look better and better.

"There, all done, Id say it is fabulous." He said, adjusting the gloves he had on and letting you stand up, he looked at you as if he was looking for more flaws.

"People are going to love it."