The Queen's Cosmetician

Chapter One: The Whore's Face Master 3

First, wet hand tufted, chill the geisha's cheeks. In order to calm the redness, Die quickly spread his makeup tools.

"Really, it's first aid."

"I know. I hope your husband doesn't surprise you. I just need to let you drown so I don't know our faces later."

What sprinkles from the daughter of a geisha who confidently defies her breasts is pride in her polished body.

Die smiled. To her bullying.

One muscle of hair. Tip of finger. One knob.

Use everything you can to drown one in carnal desire. That's all for, living women.

Many despise them for selling their bodies. But they are noble and noble.

The role of a whore's facialist is to make the geishas beautiful.

And doing what they should be proud to do, helping.

Die touched her daughter's blue bruise and told her.

"I'll take it easy, but if it hurts, say it"

"Okay."

Remove the hand plush from the nodding daughter.

This is the real deal.

Die quickly cleaned his hands and took up a vial of bolus. The contents are emulsions. It is a thick liquid that damages and collects flower embryos. It helps calm the skin. It also helps to hold makeup. It also smells good.

With a cotton cloth with a large palm soaked in emulsion, the geisha's sprinkled makeup was gently removed.

Go on, prepare the powder. From ivory to night. The color of the cosmetic counterpart's skin and the colors used vary depending on the application.

Die took the bright yellow powder with his fingers so bright that his eyes ached.

Heath raised her voice behind the die.

"That's an amazing color"

"Now I'm going to color the moles around my eyes."

Around my daughter's dark left eye, I apply yellow powder. It is comfortable, polite and very thin to love its soft skin.

"Because yellow gathers light. Eliminates dark colors like black, blue, and tea better than white"

It is the color used for the neighborhood under your eyes from lack of sleep and for daughters who are concerned about blushing. However, you should be careful how much you use so that your skin does not taste too yellow.

When he finished applying the powder, Die took the brush. It's a brush that has the thickness of a thumb. Check the stiffness of its brush tip and attract another vial. The bottle contains thick, ivory liquid.

"The mole hasn't disappeared, but do you overlap another color?

"If you paint the same thing too thick, it will collapse. I'm going to apply the thin layer over and over again. Especially since it's the eye area."

For repeated blinking, the eye area is prone to collapse.

Answering Heath's question, Die stretched the liquid powder into her daughter's eyes thinly.

Color powder next. Color similar to dark orange, also used for eye color. Take that with a soft brush. Let it fade over the skin tone so as to make a membrane.

"The mole's gone."

With a surprise sound, Heath shrugs.

Die reached for the color plate. Solid pigments are fitted. The variety of colors is varied. In it, the color close to the geisha's skin was laid with a brush around her daughter's eyes.

White powder at the end. It is a fine powder of particles that cannot be compared to a refined powder. When she included it in a brush that was as clenched as a fist, and put it on the whole geisha's face slightly, the blue bruise in her eyes disappeared nicely and the difference from the other areas was no longer visible in the distance.

"Done?

"No, not yet"

Pushing back her daughter's shoulder trying to wake her body, Die took the color plate and flat brush in her hand.

A flat brush with the same width as the pinky finger is used in the eye area.

With a pale blue taken with a brush, he colors his daughter's upper lid.

Peeping into Die's hand from the side, Heath snapped his neck.

"Blue?"

"Under the candle, the color is dull, so I don't really use it."

Gradually diminish the color from the hairline of the eyelashes, while drawing a semicircle.

Once the pale blue was nicely tamed to the eyelids, the color boundaries were carefully blurred with a cotton swab that had crushed the tip in advance when the dark blue was on the upper eyelid.

Remove the vial with blue liquid from the makeup box.

"What's that?

"We'll see. Contains Gold Powder, so Blue Draws Out"

Insert an even thinner, stiffer brush into the bottle than the red brush. After finishing the tip on the cloth and removing the excess color, Die pulled up the lid of the geisher with his left hand, and boldly drew a line during the hairline of his lashes.

"Oh, nice."

Asma pinched his mouth.

Suitable for her glasses would be reassuring.

The intensity of the colors in both eyes was adjusted so that they could be matched, and Die put the brush down. Wipe the colour powder on your hand with a cloth and pour beeswax on the geisha's daughter's chimp with those fingers.

Add red to the cheeks as well.

Finish off the extra powder at the end.

"Done."

The daughter glanced into the mirror that Die handed her, opened her eyes and then laughed satisfactorily.

"Absolutely, I don't know he hit me"

"If your makeup peels off, you'll know just fine."

"It's okay. I used blue, so the mole wouldn't be noticeable?

Die affirmed to his daughter as she cleaned up her makeup tools.

"That's right. Even if you don't know it in the long run, if you put your face closer together that it's just white powder, you'll feel uncomfortable. You're also interested in being stopped by the other person in the middle of your mouth, right?

"Right."

My daughter laughs strangely and shows her consent to Die's words. And peeking into the mirror again, she said.

"I didn't know. I look good in blue."

Sounds like an impressive, potent sound.

Die smiled at the geisha.

She had beautiful cleavage eyes, and blue was the color that maximized the appeal of its cool eye area. It's just that the color of her skin is slightly yellowish and will look flashy if she doesn't choose the type, even blue. On top of that, in the candlelight, blue is a dull color. Regardless of whether it is as stage makeup that lights up the lights of the charm stone, it is not much colour applied to the faces of the geishas waiting in the small room.

That blue had cleaned out the discomfort around my eyes all this time.

This girl will be able to "drown" the guests, buy them some time.

There is no sign of a whore tainted by his daughter on the sleeping table.

Smiling she was as beautiful as the Virgin.

Die closed the lid of the cosmetic box and asked the lady husband of this whorehouse.

"Until the promised husband comes, you're gonna give him a break, aren't you? Asma."

"It would be obvious. Don't be ridiculous."

"... and I mean, drink some water and get some rest. Cool your face with a cloth wrapped in ice. Just don't sleep. Your eyes will collapse. Please repaint the red on your mouth before your husband gets here. The colors are diluted."

"Okay."

Even if I applied lipstick here now, it would fall off while I was resting, so I kept it just to apply beeswax.

On the neck of the rising die, then his daughter's arm wraps around him. She creaked into Die's ear. Sweet fragrance flutters.

"Thanks Die. When you get a little more annoyed, nominate me."

Die shoved her body while smiling bitterly.

"The makeup artist will not be a guest"

"Asma, is it time to change this rule?

"I won't."

Asma answers instantly as she puts a fire in the flue pipe removed from her nose. Boring, and away from her cheekswelling daughter, Die took up the cosmetic case and turned back to Heath.

"Now, let's move on."

A man breathes much more in the call of a die.

Watching it depended, he untied the arms he was putting together and nodded one back at the die.

And until dawn after work, I hung out with Die through.

"Thank you"

"No, thank you very much.... that, I'm sorry, a lot."

Die apologized in awe to Heath, who politely thanked him.

In front of a colored man like him, the geishas don't know anything about reluctance. To their constant autumn waves, Heath must have been shutting up.

"No. It's about masculinity. Whatever your position, you can speak up to a beautiful woman."

That would help if you said so.

Die relieved the man smiling loosely.

"And it was a valuable experience."

Heath said. Die puts his neck up.

Precious?

"Yep. Because I rarely see women's makeup this way."

"Aren't you married?

If I were married, I would see about my wife's makeup.

If it were so visible, we wouldn't even be able to cut the engagement story.

Heath has not responded.

Die realized that he had lost his word. Too grumpy.

"Oh, um, excuse me. Forget it."

"No, I don't mind.... I haven't, and I'm not going to share it for the time being. I don't have a fiancé either."

"Then you're unlikely to get a chance to see makeup."

"Even if you were married, you wouldn't see a place like that"

"Oh, really..."

Maybe so if you think about it.

Heath is a senior nobleman's servant. I would be able to have a room for every couple. I don't even bother to exclude makeup.

"Next, it's the day to interrupt here..."

Heath pulls back the story that was out of line.

"Ten days from now, so, may I?

"Ten days later?

That is the due date for Die's reply.

I want to think about taking the job.

The day Heath was designating it as the die that so requested.

If he wants to visit Die's first job and still withdraw his request, the man will state so on this occasion.

"As promised, I'd be glad to hear back from you by that day"

"... that you still want to hire me,?

"Yes."

It was a quick answer.

Heath continues her words.

"I was surprised to see your work today. I used to look for a makeup artist to tour my work like you did, but it was like I had hair on my job as a maid."

You weren't, the man said.

And look straight down at the die and declare.

"I still want you."

It's as if you're telling love.

It was a direct voice.

Die stood up stunned.

I guess Heath took the impression of the words she threw up herself. He covets and adds an annotation.

"Oh, uh, yeah. As a makeup artist, I want to welcome you."

"Ugh, uh, yes."

Awkward silence flows.

Slightly hey, Heath blew it out.

"Excuse me. I say it because I don't think I can be mistaken, because I'm not a man"

Die laughs at a man who is serious and assures him.

"No problem. I know."

I know.

I knew it, but my heart rocked.

Because I've never been asked to die individuals like that before.

Forgive the air for soothing or tell Heath to make fun of it.

"But it's a lot to be mistaken for a woman, isn't it?

"What?"

"Green dark hair, moon eyes, white magnetic skin"

He mentioned to sing about the appearance of the die.

"My face is also beautiful. If I were a woman, I would have been a princess of the Dungeons."

Like a witch, that you have destroyed a continental champion (Maisemble).

"... thank you"

Though it can be taken as ironic, Die honestly received the man's words as praise.

"I think I talked to you once."

Heath tightens her expression.

He is unusual and serious.

"There is no precedent for hiring a makeup artist among us. Some won't look good. That's why we need a makeup artist with an overwhelming arm to convince us that we hired him"

"If you're a facialist with arms like me, you can have as much money in this florist."

"Really? Everybody, keep your mouth shut and say you're the best makeup artist."

(That's not true)

The objection stayed in the back of my throat.

Heath's grin drained me of poison.

Besides, he goes on to say.

"Master Mariage is revealed in the year seventeen. I heard you were fifteen. The nearer the year, you won't have to worry about Mariage."

All the cosmeticians in this neighborhood are much older than Die.

In view of his age, the die is certainly perhaps the most appropriate.

"Colorful reply, I hope, Die"

For the first time, he was called by name, and Die looked back at the man.

The gracefully interpreted man immediately boards the prepared carriage.