Honey had invited Rory over to her apartment to get ready before their night out clubbing, the atmosphere already buzzing with anticipation as music thumped softly in the background, setting the mood for the evening ahead. Sitting at her vanity table, Honey leaned closer to the mirror, carefully sweeping a golden highlighter across her cheekbones, the glow catching the light just right as she perfected her look. The red-haired femme moved with a practiced elegance, each brushstroke deliberate, her expensive makeup arrayed neatly around her like the tools of an artist at work. Her silver top shimmered brilliantly under the vanity bulbs, every tilt of her shoulders reflecting in the glass as if the fabric itself was alive with light. She glanced at Rory through the mirror, lips curving into a playful smile, before asking with casual warmth, “Do you want me to do your hair once I’ve finished with this?”