I've known about you spying on me for quite some time now. I'm tired of you always being around and taking my clothes as well as my makeup. You try to deny it but I can read you like a book. I confront you and you're excited yet scared to tell me everything that you attempt to keep secret. I talk you into letting me put makeup on you because I know you've been fantasizing about a gorgeous Goddess like me dolling you up like a pretty bitch. You say you hate this type of stuff but you actually love it. I doll you up while telling you terrible things you love to hear and need to know about yourself. After that, I kick you out of my room and make you go out to show off the work I've done.