Excessive makeup

At Mizuse Niimi inc, Mimoko eagerly waited around for Svetlana to show, however, she was nowhere in sight.

"Seems she decided not to come after all," Collette mumbled as she gazed out. "Alright! Everyone, now that you're models, it's time to get you all acquainted to how we do things here. First up, let's start off with some basic modeling. Change into these outfits, then get in the makeup chair."

After changing into a navy blue latex dress, and sports top, Mimoko was off to the makeup chair where her face was painted white, before neon paint was dabbed on it.

Her hair was also brushed out and lathered with serum that made it shine before it was tied back into twintails.

"You're not gonna keep her hair down?" Collette asked.

"The twintails define her better. Short hair might look good on her too," the stylist noted.

"I've gone way shorter than short before," Mimoko nervously chuckled.

"Peak femininity bald I believe," Collette nodded.

"That's right. And... I'd be down for doing it again," Mimoko mumbled as her cheeks went red.

"Just like our founder, someone's grown smitten with the hairless state. Not like it's an issue," Penelope shrugged.

Mimoko then headed for the catwalk, and just like the day before, summoned forth an aura of pure dominance. But as she reached the end, the doors at the back opened and Svetlana came trudging in.

"She came! Now I can get to know her better," Mimoko thought as she walked back.

"Your ass was late. Where were you?" Collette snarled.

"I was doing my makeup," Svetlana grumbled.

Collette stared at Svetlana's face and scowled. "You're not lying, but why the excessive job? You're going to be made up anyway."

"I had no choice," Svetlana snarled as she sat down in the makeup chair and crossed her legs.

The stylist slowly began wiping away the makeup in order to get a clean canvas, but nearly screamed as she finished. Everyone quickly rushed over, and nearly shrieked themselves when they saw Svetlana's face.

"Svetlana-chan," Mimoko trembled as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"This is just what I got when my father found out about this. It's tame compared to normal," Svetlana grumbled as she massaged her bruised face.