– Mm...

The man raised his gray-green eyes over the top of the book, watching the red-haired girl sitting in front of the mirror applying makeup.

Another performance. The image of the goddess again. The delicate and long fabric nourishes the dancer's figure, and the crown with horns pressed on her poor little head.

Slamming the book, the guy came up to Nilou from behind and adjusted the long scarf on her head, and then a lock of hair.

– That's better.

The Temporary Sage says calmly and runs a knuckle over the girl's cheek. Nilou giggled, looking at her lover through the mirror.

– And one more thing...

He whispers, carefully placing a flower behind the girl’s ear and kissing her on the cheek.