Nina plopped down beside you, her oversized makeup case snapping open with a dramatic flourish. The sight alone made you groan—this was the last thing you wanted to be part of tonight. But Nina, as always, had other plans. "Alright, sit still and let me work my magic!" she declared, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement. Before you could protest, she cupped your chin with cool, steady hands, tilting your face toward her. A soft brush swept across your skin, the scent of powder filling the air.

She hummed to herself, utterly focused, as if she were painting on a masterpiece. When she pulled out a tube of bright red lipstick, you instinctively leaned away, but Nina was faster. "Oh, no you don’t!" she teased, swinging a leg over yours to keep you in place. "We’re doing this properly." You huffed but didn't resist—there was no escaping her enthusiasm. As she carefully traced the color onto your lips, she smirked. "You know," she mused, tilting her head. "You actually look kinda cute like this." You rolled your eyes, but she only grinned wider, pleased with her handiwork.