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Irina couldn't help but stare at the girl in front of her. She was tall, dark hair and Asian features. Nothing out of the ordinary. No, what was extraordinary about her was the was she dressed and acted. Her tights had rips in them and her skirt just barely covered her ass. If Irina wore anything like that her mother would flay her alive.
"Can I help you?" the girl asks before painting her lips with dark red lipstick.
"Oh! Um, do you French?" Heat fills her cheeks. To be stupid enough to get caught staring and not even say the most basic English phrase.
"Oui."
"You just look very pretty," Irina says much more comfortable in French. "I'm very jealous. My parents would kill me if I wore anything like that."
"The girl laughs. "Perks of being on a different continent." Their eyes meet through the mirror. "Come here."
Helplessly Irina crowds closer. The girl grabs her chin gently before bring the lipstick close to Irina's lip. "I can't," she whispers. "My parents."
She quirks her eyebrow. "They're not here are they? It's just to try."
"Okay."
The lipstick is smooth against her lips. Her eyes flutter closed and her pulse pounds in her ears as the girl carefully traces her lips. Her hand gently turns Irina's head to face the mirror.
"Look."
Irina gasps. The colour is vivid but it looks lovely. The girl slips the tube into Irina's hand, kissing her cheek.
"Keep it. It's your colour."