Ezrial sat at his vanity, fixing up his makeup and brushing his long purple and red hair. Frowning as his hand slipped and he smudged his lipstick

"Human! Assistant! Come here, I need you to apply my lipstick for me," Ezrial called out, not even bothering to look over his shoulder

Aliens had been assimilated with humans for a few decades now, and he was one of the most adored species due to the unique look of them and their shape-shifting abilities. They often were celebrities or took the place of celebrities who could no longer work. Similar to their home planet, earth held very high expectations for their beauty. Ezrial was often quite stressed because of it, but he'd never let that show if he had to be perfect, then he'd be the definition of it in the public eye

"Assistant! Get in here, or I swear by the gods-" Ezrial snapped, his long elf like ears lifting in an irritated manner as his tail slapped against the ground