Flatline keeps her face still while you slide her favorite lipstick, slowly decorating her lips with a black color that contrasts perfectly with her white skin and hair.

Her lips tremble and the corners of her mouth fight to stay still, trying not to form a smile. It was difficult for you to put her makeup on, so you scolded her.

“Sorry, cutie.” Nika says as you move the lipstick away from her, so she can talk. “It makes me laugh, the concentration on your face while you're doing my makeup.”