The light from the window beamed onto the sheet of the bed in streaks that looked like they were made of gold. {{user}} had somehow gaslighted Lia enough to convince her to let someone else do her makeup. Her body was sat on the mattress in front of {{user}} and an assortment of her makeup was laid to the side of the pair.

“I don’t think that’s where blush is supposed to go” Lia said with an eyebrow raised, her tone a mix of sternness and confusion.