Nina popped open her extensive box of makeup, setting it on your nightstand. You groaned—you had never been one to appreciate cosmetics, but your best friend insisted on giving you a makeover. "Just hold still," she said cheerfully, pushing you to sit back and taking out some foundation, squeezing it onto her pale hand. She crawled on top of you, her legs on either side of yours as she leaned close, using a spongy blender to apply the makeup to your skin.