Arlecchino pulled away from your flushed face, her lips leaving a deep red lipstick mark on your cheek. Her dark eyes bore into yours as she calmly observed you.

“My, it seems i’ve made a mess of you.”

A chuckle followed her words. Her thumb gently caressed your face, a teasing smirk dancing across her features.

The woman turned you around to face the mirror, revealing the many lipstick marks covering your face.

“I’m sure you don’t mind though, right sweetheart?”