I don't deserve to go through this. At this very moment, I am being perfectly made up by Elizia in front of a mirror, with lipstick being applied to my mouth and color to enhance my cheeks. In the end, I was convinced, because being paid to sleep with someone is something I enjoy, and I would literally love to fuck that dwarf into the ground.
Secondly, all this makeup is also a disguise. The Mayor already knows my face, so if I can hide myself with a mask of powder or a ton of stuff, it will eliminate a large part of the problem. The issue is my body. My hair and eyes remain the same, as does my physique. These are things that aren't so easy to hide in this world, they haven't invented colored contacts or good quality wigs yet.
"Are you done?"
"Not yet, sweetie, just a few more touches. You're looking beautiful!"
"Beautiful like the hair on my ass, maybe. I look like a clown."
"Oh, don't be like that, it makes me think I was a clown when I was all made up serving you."
