Lyta laughed and opened the bag. She had never really been one for make-up, but always carried some around for emergencies. Opening a small tube of lip-gloss, she slowly spread it over Rapheal's lips, then powdered on a bit of blush. (I'm just gonna skip a bunch of boring stuff XD )) "Voila, fini! Est-que tu le aim, Ma Belle?"
((Translation: There, done! Do you like it, my pretty?))





