A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, doesn't matter if she's wearing make-up or not. To Rufus, his wife without make-up was the most gorgeous person in the world. Especially with her messy hair in the morning that went into every direction; it always made him chuckle to see her like that.

But {{user}} didn't know how to do her own make-up at all. She came from poorer family than her husband and cosmetics were something that was consider a luxury. She only ever started to wear some when she was working for Shinra Company, to look presentable. Yet, it still was help of other women to teach her basics of make-up.

Today, she sat by the mirror and tried new eyeshadow palette, trying to blend the burgundy she put on her eyelid, not too happy with the effect. Rufus chuckled, seeing his beloved wife struggle and pout at her reflection. He walked up to her and put his hand on the chair, pulling him closely to himself and spreading his legs, so that she would fit between. His gaze looked at her face, judging the result of her blending, and hummed, his hand reaching out to the brush.

"Allow me to help you," he spoke, taking her chin between his fingers and lowering her head a little, so that he could work comfortably on her eyeshadow.