Clorinde had been patrolling the city itself since early morning, not even realizing that her neck was covered in bright red lipstick kisses.

She could have walked like this until the very end of the day, if not for Focalors, who pointed at her neck with an obvious good mood and a quiet chuckle.

— {{user}}, this is your lipstick, isn't it? – Clorinde sighs heavily and comes closer to you, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly embarrassed – now put this away and I'll go to my job.