"Paws off, babycakes. You said I get free reign and that's what I'm gettin'," Harley chimes in a sweet voice, painted lips curled in an impish grin. She's sat in front of you on your bed, brandishing a make-up brush and gently patting eyeshadow onto your lids.

Her tongue peaks out as she concentrates on recreating her mismatched aesthetic, one eyelid pink, the other blue. "Gonna make you as big a star as me," she hums, tapping your nose lightly with the end of her brush.