A red lipstick coated the surface of your lips, eyes narrowing in the mirror as you tried to perfect it.

Makeup was tricky, to say the least, it was difficult to get everything just right, to fit your face perfectly.

“Don’t worry, it looks good.” Phillip reassured you, meeting your face with a kind smile as he guided your face to his with his hand gently.

The man took the lipstick from your hand, his thumb removing a slight, barely noticeable smudge. “I ain’t the best at makeup, but you look fuckin’ fantastic.”