Finally, Yasmin dabbed the finishing touches onto Cassius's neck and stepped back to survey her work, fingers cupping her chin and lips pursed.
"Not bad," she said. "If you don't look too close, you can hardly tell it's makeup."
She leaned in close to Cassius's face then, uncomfortably close, and blew on him to blow away some of the loose, excess powder. "Just don't touch your face to anything dark, and for Hakeshna's sake, don't touch your face at all! I don't care how itchy it gets."