Extend the Story - Add a Room

Makeup time...hooray?

Makeup sucks. Let's be honest here. It makes you break out, and you're sincerely no good at it. It's really tricky. You have no idea how to make your way around it. How one could make a living out of it, you'd never know.

Which is why, with all your heart, you had so, so much respect for makeup artists.

So when a pretty, clearly confident, blonde makeup artist approached you, you nearly got down on your knees and started *bowing.*

"You're looking lost, do you need some help, babe?" She asks, placing a surprisingly non-sassy hand on her hip.

"Oh god, yes please." You chuckle breathlessly, placing a hand on your chest. "I was hoping someone would notice."

"Ha, I've got you, no worries." She smiles widely, and her dark brown lipstick contrasts against her pink gums. "I was you, once. A model, just starting out. Not knowing my way around. Then I got into makeup because of one of my first makeup artists!"

You smile genuinely, she seems nice. Maybe someone to stick by.

"So, what do you want?" She asks, gently pushing you into a chair, holding your shoulders. "Sexy? Cute-sy? Girl next door-sy?"

So, which should you do?

Sexy, of course.