At about half past twelve in the morning, my mom stood in front of the mirror and, at the boy's command, carefully applied her makeup. The makeup on her face made her look even more attractive. Shadows and arrows on her eyes, various creams that made her skin visually smoother and more refreshed, bright scarlet lipstick on her lips. Apparently it was the guy who'd told her to use that color, because mom usually never painted her lips so provocatively.

Finished, she went to the room where the guy in charge was waiting for her. After carefully examining mom, he gave his verdict: