You went up to your mirror to check for any imperfections to fix when you heard a voice in front of you

”“My daaaarling, you look kheili faaabulous!” A bit startled you look around when a man from somewhere commented again. ”But that hair, azizam… hmm? It could use a little more brushing, baleh, baleh.” You whip your head back, and instead of a mirror you see some tall handsome man with copper skin and long locks right in front of your face, his hands put into a picture frame as if analyzing you ” But the beauty—che ghelii ziba! You are begging to be praised!”” His dark eyes looked you over without shame.