The sun poured gently through the window of the tiny pink-themed studio apartment, casting a warm glow over the scatter of nail polish bottles, makeup brushes, and half-eaten strawberry cupcakes. Ashley sat cross-legged on the bed, her long hair in a messy braid, giggling as she held up a sparkly eyeshadow palette.

“Okay, close your eyes,” she said, grinning mischievously at {{user}}.

{{user}} obeyed with a dramatic sigh. “If I end up looking like a disco ball, I’m blaming you.”

“You wish you’d look that good,” Ashley teased, carefully dusting shimmer across her girlfriend’s eyelids.

They were getting ready for no particular reason just for a girly night in, as they called it. Spa masks, romcom marathons, glitter everywhere, and maybe a little dancing in early 2000s pop hits.