The Queen’s Cosmetician

Two nights after my first visit.

With Heath, who reappeared, Die was walking inside the whorehouse.

"Are you the only makeup artist?

"No."

Die returned a denial in response to an inquiry from a man.

"Twelve, including me."

"That's quite a lot"

"There are three halls. … the three of us will split up and enter the hall, and the other three will rest."

"Always in the same hall?

"No. We enter different halls in different order every day. There are exceptions."

"Exception?"

"Sometimes when a money-making geisha invites a customer to serve or holds something, he may designate a face artist he likes. In that case, the call of the geisha takes precedence."

Makeup greatly shapes the atmosphere of geisha. Sometimes makeup makes the same person look like someone else altogether. There are also cosmeticians who supervise the faces of geishas who are not good at it, for example, some who are good at flashy faces and others who are good at making it look clear. Some facialists show off their divinity to just make their skin look beautiful, while others say that for the glossy finish of the eye area, the area of art that lets them speak to the last generation. Geishas often choose a makeup artist with a specialty that suits their customers' tastes to the fold of being the best here.

May the geishas be lustrous flowers that never bore a man.

The cosmeticians wave their arms in this whorehouse.

When I explained those things to him, Heath let him narrow his eyes with interest.

"I didn't know. You do a lot of things."

In his words as he was impressed, the die becomes facetious. The cosmeticians are completely behind it. This was the first time I had explained my job to someone in this way, and I had been uttered with admiration.

"Today, you can show me what you do."

To Heath's words, Die nodded and pushed the door cloth in the makeup room that would be the work room.

I want Heath's own eyes to see if Die can hire him at the noble mansion before he decides. He wants time to think as a die, and after hiring just rumors, he'll have trouble without the arms the man is looking for in the die.

Heath replied with two replies to Die who suggested so.

Die was surprised. What is it that keeps the nobles waiting? Don't make me take the trouble, I expected you to be angry.

Heath's response was overflowing with sincerity, even though class consciousness was invisible. Given that position, it was broken.

What makes you try to hire a die that far?

"... why are you telling me this story?

"Master Mariage is not confident in your face."

Before guiding you to the workplace.

Heath replied to the die she asked.

"A truly adorable princess can make me be present. But… - compared to other queen candidates, there is something slightly lacking in glamour. '

"So you got a makeup artist?

Heath affirmed.

Mariage herself said it was an acceptance.

"While looking for a makeup artist, I heard rumors about you there. The years are young, and on the arms that make a woman look beautiful, nothing leans to its feet, 'he said.

Too much praise out of Heath is why I suggested a tour of work.

"Oh, Die, don't invite your customers to this place."

One of the geishas who refrained from being in the makeup room blames the man who showed up following the die. But including her, the geishas, seriously checking the man's appearance, coloured him at the same time.

"No, brother, it's forbidden here! If it's your opponent, wait a minute!

"Hey! Atashi first laid eyes on me!

"Brother, leave those people alone and come to me."

"Excuse me, this one is here today to take a tour of my work"

Towards the daughters of momentum jumping on Heath, Die said.

"We also have permission from Asma"

"Yeah, what is that?!?

"What work... do you see where you look?

"Shit. I should have slept better! Even though it's skin-jerky!

"Isn't this your first time? Tour, I can't believe it."

Why, and to his daughter, who twisted her neck, Die answered as she spread her makeup tools.

"I'm from a local theater. Next time, I decided to hire a facialist, so I wanted to refer to him."

Asma told me to do that.

Die looked up at Heath. I'm not talking to him. Still, he nodded slightly at the sign of acceptance.

Die sat in his chair before being pursued by the geishas. Call on them as they quickly clear their hands.

"First person, go ahead"

Geishas are not blossoming in chatter. I have to get out to a place called Zhang Shoushei soon and sell my face to my customers. Asma's concern is to apply makeup to lower classmates who don't have facialists in other halls, so that customers can apply makeup at least as soon as possible.

A girl just the same age sits down in front of a die. With a light hand on its luxurious jaw and facing the front, Die took a thick cotton cloth in his hand. Silky smooth, resilient fabric.

"I heard that. I thought it was better."

The girl, adorable with curly chestnut hair, laughed at her hanging.

"Really? He was the one who walked past me many times before Zhang. They're dealing with Maggienna's pearls."

That's a good customer. Pearl merchants have good wings.

"How old are you?

Young and soft skin, but when I touched it with my fingers it was dry. Stain the cotton cloth with lotion and apply it as a pre-makeup preparation.

"Twenty-five. It's so sweet."

"When did you hear from me?

"The first time you spoke to me was last month on a new day. During this time, four days ago."

"Oh, so that's when you were pouring peach red"

Both just when I put makeup on this girl in a similar atmosphere. At that time, I fronted the girl's facial adorability and applied makeup.

Speaking of four days ago, I remember this girl had a few guests on her without going between them. I guess the makeup atmosphere I applied at that time suits her best.

"Then let's pour peach red on your lips again today"

Die said as he stretched what diluted the rose essential oil onto the girl's cheek.

"Shall I just change the eye area a little? The moon is dark today, so use something slightly redder. It looks good in the candlelight of many burnt candles and in the clothes of today's mountain blows"

"Don't you get swollen?

"I'll make sure one looks cute. It's okay."

Put white powder (funny) on the smiling girl's face. There is no need for white powder on youthful, smooth skin. but in order to add color, you have to keep some beating (soldering) of powder.

Die pulled the folded black plate out of the makeup box and spread it aside. From the cold colors that begin in blue, the warm colors, headed by red, and neutral colors such as green and purple. It is a board containing a variety of dark and light colour powders. Carefully consider the atmosphere of the girl you want to create and carefully choose the colour to put on the girl's face from among its boards.

"I wonder if I'll have a lot of voices, like my sisters"

"Yep. Of course. Because all the kids Asma has chosen are beautiful. Look up."

"Yes."

"Fine, close your eyes....... there will be a lot of deductions now. Open your eyes. Here's your gaze."

Following Die's instructions, the girl moves her eyes. I colored the open lid, careful not to get the tip of the pencil in its sight. One, if you mark it with your eyes open, the color will come in nicely.

"Lima has beautiful skin, because her face is adorable"

"But I think I need to refine the way I talk to you."

"She's about as cute as a tongue. Next, pour red on your lips. Smile at me. Yes."

Place your hands on your chin and carefully edge your pompous lips. The red color is pale, be aware of the cuteness. Fortunately, the girl's lips are lightly pigmented, so any light color develops vividly.

"Open your lips a little.... Fine, close it. Shall I put a little red on your cheek?"

"It's strange because when the die pours red, you'll like these too thick lips"

I put cherry blossom red on the cheeks of a girl roaring hmm, using a soft sponge.

"It's an honor. Fine. It's over."

Place the sponge and instead take up the hand mirror and hand it to the girl. The girl peered into the mirror laughed contentedly and whispered thank you.

"Let me hear how it turns out today"

"Of course."

Die hung up, dropping off the girl who flipped her fancy clothes hem and laughed.

"Well, thank you for waiting."

Ha, the girl who replied in a flamboyant manner gets to the seat in front of the die.

The rest is the same as earlier. Exchange to determine the atmosphere for each girl, ask about recent developments, concerns, praise them to elevate their mood, and send them to work.

Heath, who had been silent until now, opened her mouth after she had finished making all the faces of the five girls who were in the room, making sure their little bodies disappeared across the door cloth.

"It's brilliant."

Die smiled as he dropped the colored powder on the brush over his hand.

"Thank you"

"... and fast"

Half an hour and a little until the five of us finish makeup. Actually, it could be a little quicker.

"You can't waste your time."

No matter how beautifully they are adorned, the time to touch a person's eyes must not be short. Lower geisha, who still have few customers, need to get as many customers as possible in contact with people's eyes.

"Are you predominantly young geishas like them?

"No."

The die raised its face with a brush in the box that had finished removing the colour powder. Curiosity, that's all I have in the eyes of a man looking down at this one with his arms together. Die learned familiarity in his glittering eyes like a child, betraying a clear expression. Because I felt like a hedge of class had disappeared.

"All of them. To the flower shaped person, before I met you. Earlier today, there was a monster. We can't just take you to those people's rooms."

When it comes to floral shapes, there is pride and pride in supporting this hall. They never let something they have no business doing step into the room. Even apprentice girls are chosen.

"From now on?

"People come here after a job. I'll tour the hall if you don't seem to be coming. Some children are too tired to move."

Close the lid of the cosmetic case first, and Die adds a description.

"It is also our job to see how the skin of geisha is doing. Because skin is everyone's business tool."

"Isn't it just makeup?

"Right. And then when you don't have enough hands, you can help with other backs. Like a hair tie."

I see, and Heath nodded deeply. Shaking his neck vertically as many times as he was impressed is like a child who made a new discovery.

"Are you doing things differently than the aristocratic facialists?

I have never heard of an aristocratic counterpart's peers.

To Die's inquiry, Heath shook her head.

"I've never hired a makeup artist, so I can't be sure."

"... never hired?

"Yep. No.... Excuse me, may I sit in that chair?

Heath points to the chair in front of the die. Die hastily recommended the chair to him. Leaving him standing is also a good place for disrespect.

Heath did not blame Die for his lapse. He immediately pulled the chair closer and sat down. In a very graceful move.

Even when I first met him, I thought. Beautiful man. Make really sophisticated moves.

Not luxurious. I felt as we walked down the hallway together, but even minus the fact that the die was small, he had a pretty good upper back.

"You've told me that Mariage is not confident in your face."

Heath cuts out the story. Die nodded back at me.

"Yes, I did."

"Normally, makeup makes you a samurai, but there's also the Queen's race, and we talked about hiring something specialized that would make that one look more beautiful in order to give Mariage confidence. For the first time, I knew I had a job as a makeup artist."

"Don't the aristocrats hire much?

"I don't know if you're a junior nobleman. But what the princesses are required to do in the higher nobility is to read the situation, along with the intelligence of being able to valve and shake the minutes, and the instrumentality. You will be asked for a beauty worthy of that vein. You don't like it when you go out of your way to hire a specialist like a facialist, as it implies that her daughter's instrumentality is not good."

Does hiring a makeup artist mean it gets bent that way? It was the thought of scales falling out of my eyes.

"Some junior aristocrats seem to hire a makeup artist, but that's also a wasted scratch to mislead their growth and I'll take this one. It is common to recognize that if you can grow up, you can have a good amount of equipment."

"Yet you are about to hire me."

Is not the behavior of the man, and if I may say so, the Mizweeri family, contrary to his perception of the nobility he speaks of?

Do you mind if I keep buying the mockery of the nobles around me?

The person they hire to put makeup on is no other Queen's candidate's daughter.

Heath leaks a bitter laugh at the groan of the condemned die.

"That's right. … if you hire a makeup artist and Mariage can get one step closer to the Queen, you'd better."

You're admired, Die thought.

A queen candidate I've never seen before.

What the hell kind of princess is that?

The buckwheat, and the sound of the cloth sounds.

Dobcloth was raised abruptly, and Die turned around the entrance.

I thought the geisha who finished the job was back, but it wasn't. The woman standing at the door with her hands on the cloth was an asma.

"Die, are you free now?

"Available"

Standing up instantly, Die asked her.

"Is there something wrong?

Asma's expression is cloudy. I hear something not very good happened.

Asma muttered to Heath over Die's shoulder, then turned her heel back and invited her.

"Saisha hit a disgusting guest.... come."

Small rooms line the hallway of the hall. They are all rooms for guests to drum their tongues on wine and cooking, indulge in geisha dancing and conversation, and drown in heat.

It is one of those rooms that is quite large and used by intermediate geishas. As the die stepped in, a guard man was holding the woman from the top of the carpet.

A man can lay a geisha on the bunk. The perimeter looks terrible. The ornaments are scattered. Apprenticeship girls were in a big hurry to clean up.

Heath, which followed Asma and Die, stops behind her back and breathes.

The die, who walked over to the bedroom, poked one knee and touched the woman's face.

"Oh, you've been pretty bad"

The cheeks are unnaturally red and slightly dark around the eyes.

"Did you get hit?

"Really?"

A geisha on the platform groaned in a sighing mixture.

"They did it. If you resist, you're right. It's black around your eyes."

pointing to the circumference of his left eye discolored into blue-purple, the geisha's daughter said.

"It's the salvation that's not swollen. Hey. Can you do first aid?

"A customer?

"Marge's husband promised to come. I don't know if you're really coming, but I just need to get ready to pick you up."

"First aid..."

Die turned to Heath's whining. Asma and her daughter on the sleeping table also turn to him.

Heath asked looking at the die so as to escape the gaze gathered at the same time.

"Do you also have knowledge of medicine?

"No, there isn't."

Even if I have some knowledge related to good and bad skin, I can't do anything like doctor's imitation.

To Die's denial, Heath raises the question with surprise.

"But first aid, what?

"I'm a facialist."

Die laughed and opened the lid of the cosmetic box. Place the water drain placed in the corner of the room in the sight and prepare a small hand tulle out of the box.

Die told Heath.

"All I can do is apply makeup. It's just that."