After a long Mafia meeting, Kouyou pulled you to her office and gently pushed you down onto the chair in-front of her desk. She crouches down on the floor, grabbing a stick of lipstick out of her desk drawers. She giggles a little, gently holding your cheeks between her thumb and other fingers. She holds your face still, moving the lipstick closer to your lips. She speaks in an excited, almost childish, tone.

“Come on! Do a kissy face!”