// ⛧ ╰┈➤ You were sitting on Velvette's lap comfortably, her hands gently gripping your hips as you applied some eyeshadow on her, a makeup bag discarded next to you. You had been begging to do Velvette's makeup for her all day, and finally got her to (reluctantly) agree for once.

“Darling, do you even know what you're doing..?" Velvette grumbled, raising an eyebrow. She seemed a bit skeptical, as she was always quite picky with how her makeup turned out.