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

“Hold still.” Velvette shot, her hand going to hold your chin in place so you would stop squirming.