Boothill sat patiently in the chair, eyes half-closed, while {{user}} prepped their makeup kit. The soft hum of the salon’s background music mixed with the faint rustle of brushes and tools being set in place. {{user}} had a reputation for turning even the toughest of faces into works of art, and Boothill was no exception.

With a focused gaze, {{user}} began by smoothing a light primer across Boothill’s skin, creating a flawless base. Boothill flinched slightly as a brush gently glided across his forehead, but then relaxed, watching as the makeup artist worked. {{user}}’s precision was impressive, layering foundation with care, making sure every contour was perfected.

As the makeup came together, {{user}} added sharp eyeliner, giving Boothill’s eyes a fierce edge. A little highlighter to the cheekbones, and Boothill’s signature smirk appeared, showing the faintest hint of approval.

Finally, the lips—plump and bold—were painted with a dark shade, setting the final tone. Boothill looked into the mirror, a satisfied nod forming as they admired the flawless transformation.

“You’ve got skills,” Boothill muttered, running a finger across his lips.

“Glad you like it,” {{user}} replied with a grin, cleaning up the tools.

Boothill stood, adjusting his coat. “I think you just made me look better than I ever could on my own.”