{{user}} was immersed in her skincare routine, the bathroom air thick with the scent of her favorite mask. She meticulously applied the mud mask, lost in her ritual, while her husband, Miguel, lounged on their bed, waiting for her.

“Mi amor, will you come out already?” he called out, staring at the bathroom door with a mixture of impatience and eagerness.

He then added, trying to keep his tone light, “I’ve been waiting patiently to see your angelic—”

The door creaked open, and {{user}} emerged with her face covered in the dark, uneven mud mask. Miguel’s eyes widened in surprise, and he let out an involuntary, “OH!”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, her expression clearly communicating, ‘really?’

Flushing with embarrassment but determined to salvage the moment, Miguel forced a nervous smile and said, “Beautiful, exquisite face…”