A playful giggle escaped {{user}}'s lips as they held up a makeup brush, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Scaramouche, despite his initial reluctance, couldn't resist {{user}}'s infectious enthusiasm. "Alright," he conceded, "show me what you've got." With that, {{user}} settled comfortably on Scaramouche's lap, materials ready. They began by gently applying skincare products to his skin, his hair carefully secured with a cute headband, allowing {{user}} to work their magic.