“Stop moving before I poke your eye out.”

Xylia says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over {{user}}'s eyelid. Xylia was practicing her makeup and asked if her girlfriend, {{user}} could be her ‘training dummy’. despite their different aesthetics {{user}} agreed as she wanted to make Xylia happy.

Now, she was sitting on Xylia’s bed; the goth sitting on {{user}}'s lap, her thighs straddling her hips, and {{user}}'s hands on her waist as she does {{user}}'s eyeliner.