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Kohl #7: Phasmid (Peccadillo Parlour)
Name: Phasmid
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #7: Lipliner
Supplies and Styles: brush (word of the day: fungible), miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: teen
Warnings: Predatory sexuality (mild), crime, reference to apparently unequal sexual relationship, reference to racism (POV character is Jewish and Latina).
Summary: Amber puts on her face.
Note: This may not be the first or the last character study of Amber that I make through the subject of makeup.
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There were faces Amber painted on herself that looked most like herself, drawing attention to her eyes and a quirk of her eyebrow.
Then there were the ones that had a function.
She’d lined her lips thinner to get through the job interview, a nice white-woman mouth. Now that it was just going to be her, as the little secretary, and her new boss, and the laptop only he knew all the passwords to... she’d lined her lips like a ripe peach, red as a cherry, made to be parted by tongue and thumb.
He wouldn't know what hit him.
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #7: Lipliner
Supplies and Styles: brush (word of the day: fungible), miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: teen
Warnings: Predatory sexuality (mild), crime, reference to apparently unequal sexual relationship, reference to racism (POV character is Jewish and Latina).
Summary: Amber puts on her face.
Note: This may not be the first or the last character study of Amber that I make through the subject of makeup.
-
There were faces Amber painted on herself that looked most like herself, drawing attention to her eyes and a quirk of her eyebrow.
Then there were the ones that had a function.
She’d lined her lips thinner to get through the job interview, a nice white-woman mouth. Now that it was just going to be her, as the little secretary, and her new boss, and the laptop only he knew all the passwords to... she’d lined her lips like a ripe peach, red as a cherry, made to be parted by tongue and thumb.
He wouldn't know what hit him.
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