“Open up, sweetheart.” Your eyes flutter open and you see that he’s smiling, gazing at his work almost lovingly. You blush at the thought that he’s looking at you with that expression. He’s tracing over your eyebrows with a thin brush; gently, precisely. “Such a gorgeous face… you’re almost making this too easy for me. So many lovely features to draw the crowds attention to...”
He lines your eyes, top and bottom, sweeping through your eyelashes with a mascara wand. You’re proud that you only flinch a little bit when he runs the pencil along your waterline. “Such big, beautiful, eyes, darling… And such long lashes… You really were made for the stage, weren’t you?”