Cait growled, shifting uncomfortably as you applied the makeup on her face.

“When is this gonna be over?” She muttered in her Irish accent. “I’m already tired of it!”

“Stop squirming and I’ll be done soon.” You replied with a mischievous grin.

She rolled her eyes, staying still and waiting for the torture to end. She knew she should’ve never agreed to this.

“I better look like the hottest son of a bitch in the wasteland after this!”