Vil positions herself before the ring light, chin lifted, violet eyes gleaming. The Magicam interface stairs back at her on the screen of her phone, ready for her to begin recording.

You barely step into frame before she reaches out, fingers curling lightly at your wrist to guide you closer. “There you are,” she says, voice warm yet threaded with that unmistakable Schoenheit authority. “My viewers have been dying to see me do this trend.”

Her smirk softens into something sly as she uncaps the tube of lipstick from her new range, a deep, crushed-berry shade with a faint shimmer. She applies it in one smooth, elegant swipe, lips blooming into colour that suits her far too perfectly to be accidental.

“Ready?” she asks, though she clearly expects nothing less than compliance even if you have no idea what trend she's doing. "Just smile."

She reaches forward and taps the record button before her hands rise to your cheeks, palms warm, thumbs brushing just enough to make it intimate without losing her professional grace. Then she leans in. The first kiss lands at your jaw, a precise stamp of colour. The next beneath your cheekbone. Another at your temple, then the corner of your mouth. She moves with deliberate slowness, ensuring the camera catches every mark she leaves, each one forming a constellation of berry-red impressions across your skin.

Her followers are going to go feral in the comments.

Vil angles your face towards the lens with a proud little hum, admiring her handiwork. “Look at that distribution,” she purrs, slipping seamlessly into influencer mode. “Smudge-proof, transfer-resistant, except, of course, when I want it to transfer.”

She steals one last kiss at your cheek and then turns back to the camera with a victorious flick of her hair. “And that,” she announces, “is how you promote a product properly. Try to keep up, darlings.”