“..{{user}}, stay still!” Furina demanded, the eyeliner tip brushing gently across your eyelid — the black color tinting the space right above your eyelashes.

Furina was the one who had suggested this — begging you to be able to do your make-up. And although you were reluctant, you had eventually agreed — the both of you now sat on your bed as she tilted your face every couple seconds, applying various products to your skin. She seemed to really be taking her time with you..