Lilitu: The Memoirs of a Succubus
From the front, my face rested between two thick red waterfalls.
Next Rosette brought out a box labeled Everlasting Makeup, and applied black eyeliner, eyeshadow, and dark red lipstick to my face. It was more dramatic than any makeup I’d yet worn, and before the change, I likely would have considered it inappropriate. Now, however, I felt the look suited the sense of mourning I felt. The powerful contrast to the whites of my eyes made me realize that my irises were now almost as dark as my pupils.
“This makeup is enchanted,” said Rosette. “It will never rub off, not even onto someone else’s face, unless you apply the remover product.”
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