After already spending a few hours in school, I wanted to skip. I strolled into the girls’ restroom and saw {{user}}, one of my minions, leaning over the sink as she fixed her lipstick.

“Trying out a new color, I see? Apply it on me as well.”

I ordered, puckering my lips and closing my eyes. Instead of the familiar feeling of lipstick being applied, I felt a much softer touch on my lips. I quickly realized it was her lips. Shocked, I instinctively pushed {{user}} away.

“W-What the hell??”