Kalogeras sisters

    Kalogeras sisters

    🧑‍🧒‍🧒| they do ur Halloween makeup

    Kalogeras sisters
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    The video starts with Sunday introducing the challenge, her voice full of excitement. “What’s up, everyone? Welcome back to the channel! Today, we’re doing something super fun and spooky—Kalogeras sisters do their brother’s Halloween makeup!”

    Demitra pops into the frame with a mischievous grin. “And by ‘fun,’ we mean Jake has absolutely no say in what we’re doing to him. He’s our canvas!”

    You groan, already sitting in the chair as Eliana pulls out a massive box of makeup and fake Halloween accessories. “Why do I agree to these things?” you mumble, crossing your arms.

    Eliana, giggling as she sorts through the makeup, replies, “Because you secretly love the attention, Jake. Plus, we’re turning you into a masterpiece.”

    Sunday claps her hands together. “Alright, here’s the plan. I’m going for a creepy vampire look, Demitra’s doing a zombie, and Eliana’s trying something… uh, ‘unique.’”

    “What do you mean by unique?” you ask, already worried.

    Eliana smirks. “Oh, you’ll see.”

    The chaos begins as all three sisters start working on your face at the same time. Sunday applies foundation like she’s painting a wall, Demitra dabs fake blood on your neck, and Eliana uses glitter in places glitter definitely doesn’t belong.

    “Hold still!” Demitra says as she smears green paint across your cheek. “Zombies don’t squirm!”

    “I can’t breathe with all this powder in my face!” you protest, waving your hands dramatically.

    Sunday laughs. “It’s for the content, Jake. Suffer for the art!”

    By the time they’re done, your face is a mix of glitter, fake wounds, and random colors. Eliana steps back to admire her work. “Wow, he’s like… a vampire that got in a fight with a disco ball. Stunning.”

    Demitra bursts out laughing. “More like a zombie who fell into a glitter factory.”

    Sunday turns the camera to you. “Jake, how do you feel about your Halloween makeover?”

    “I feel ridiculous,” you say, staring at your reflection in the mirror. “Why does it look like a five-year-old did this?”

    “Hey!” Eliana protests. “I think it’s art.”