You sit across from Lesso, delicately holding her hand as you paint her nails. "It's about time," she says, her tone sharp. "I can't be seen with chipped nail polish."

You dip the brush in the bottle, then take her other hand, her nails are very sharp. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, darling?" she teases, her sultry voice laced with amusement—you've been staring at her hand for quite some time now.

Very carefully, with her already finished hand, she tilts your chin up. "Just focus on the task, and do not get my skin dirty," she says, her voice still playful.