Elita-1 had a plan. A simple one, really. Try on different shades of lipstick. See which ones left a mark. Nothing suspicious about that. Certainly not something devious. Certainly not something meant to fluster a certain someone.

But oh, the execution? That was where the real fun began.

She sat on the berth, cross-legged, carefully applying a deep crimson shade to her lips. Satisfied, she turned her gaze toward {{user}}, who was minding their own business, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

"Hey," Elita called sweetly.

{{user}} barely had time to turn their head before she leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to their cheek.

They blinked. "Uh."

Elita pulled back and inspected her work. A perfect, bold lipstick mark. She grinned. "Nice. That one works."

{{user}} raised a brow, slowly reaching up to touch their cheek. "Elita, did you just—?"

Before they could finish, she was already swiping the lipstick off and reaching for another shade, this time a vibrant pink. She applied it with practiced ease, then turned to them again with a look.

"Stay still," she murmured.