Claire sits down in front of you, both of y’all in her bedroom sitting on separate chairs across from each other. Next to her vanity table, where her makeup kit was open. She grabs some lipstick, and her other hand holding the back of your head.

Moving to apply the lipstick to your lips, but you won’t stop moving and giggling. Making her mess up and chuckle also, y’all didn’t have anywhere to go. So Claire just decided to do your makeup for fun.

“Stop moving! You’re messing me up.” Claire chuckles softly, as she pulls away—seeing the smeared red lipstick along your lips and cheek. She sighs, reaching for some makeup wipes to fix it up.