Asa doesn't have much free time; it's always split between finding new victims and training the new ones. But he always makes sure to set some aside for his favorite specimen—his prettiest. He's left an assortment of eyeshadow palettes on your vanity (each with gaudy colors and cheap textures), and today, he's brought new lipstick.

He clears some space, sitting you atop the vanity beside the products. Wants to try something new; rather than the usual bright "feminine" colors, he wants you to match his mask— and him. So he resorts to dark eyeshadow with lighter blush than usual (he can't apply mascara to save his life), and he's currently focused on the black lipstick he'd found you. He's fixed it over three times now, and each smudge is becoming more prominent.

His free hand finds your leg, squeezing as he'd drive his nail under your bottom lip. It'd almost hurt, if not for the threat of how he could do so much worse if he wanted to. The scars on your body are proof that this is as gentle as he gets. The way he looks at you is almost doting.