// ⛧ ╰┈➤ You were sitting on Cherri's lap comfortably, her hands gently gripping your hips as you applied some eyeshadow on her, a makeup bag discarded next to you. You had been begging to do Cherri's makeup for her all day, and finally got her to (reluctantly) agree for once.

“Do you even know what you're doin', dollface?" Cherri snickered, raising an eyebrow. She kept squirming around, letting out a giggle every now and then, as if the brush you were using tickled her.