The Queen’s Cosmetician

For a moment.

I remember that thunderstorm night.

Forcefully broken into tongue creases, a warm feeling without ravaging your mouth.

The bitter taste of pills being pushed in.

It wasn't as long as it was then. Gently lick your mouth with the tip of your tongue and leave. A thin thread is passed, and the die sees the discontinuity, exhaling.

The man's pale eyes are shaking. Like a treasure ball sunk under the water. Reason and desire. The exhalation of a bitter man is bitter.

A trembling hand held Die's head.

A man calls.

"Deanna......"

Not really.

Wake up.

Girl squatting all the way from that rainy day.

She gets up and reaches out.

Die tangled his arms around the man's neck and mouthed him with his face up.

The man's chills were cold. But it got hot soon, and the temperature was unknown. Because a man held Die's body and deepened his mouth.

Just change the angle at the beginning. Next, gently lick the creeping surface. into a mouth open to breathlessness, glancing through the dentition, tangling the tip of the tongue behind it and sucking it out hard.

"... Huh..."

A lightly floated body is pressed against the wall. A hand wrapped in silk slips around his forehead, strokes his cheek, picks his ears, and follows his neck.

A man's chimp chased it. Foreheads, cheeks, ears. Behind it.

On my neck, my tongue crawls.

My head burned white.

I couldn't think of anything. My position, my lord, it was all gone from my head.

There was only a desire for more.

I want this man to touch me. I want to be hugged. I want you to hold me.

Because it can be broken.

Chest swelling, back and hips. A man's hand, which ascertains each contour, grabs the wrist of the die and stops stitching it on the wall. Floating and gasping at the fever, staring at his big hand, he sucked hard on his chest.

"No..."

My body jumps lightly at the pain I ran. Strength cages in the hands of the man holding his hips.

Lick where a man sucked on it. Like a cat. Be careful.

Eventually, the crease traces back the neck, making a mild noise and kissing as physiological tears seep in.

Die slipped through the hand of a man grabbing his wrist. On the contrary, capture his hand and hold it together in prayer. The man shook back hard and soon, again, let go of Die's hand.

Wrapped around cheeks. I also wrapped the die with my hands. The face of a man who makes dark desires burn. Put your fingers through your slippery cheeks, stroke them, and put them through your neat golden hair.

Only I see myself full of ethereal eyes.

The girl rejoices.

Rub the knob with your thumb belly and prompt the man to close his eyes.

Obey, like a reward, sweet, creaking, but overlapping.

The body of a man who snuggled in without a gap was hot.

I wanted to stick together more, didn't want to leave, and put my strength into the arm holding the man's back.

I didn't want you to go. Nowhere. Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?

Why not?

We were supposed to be together, weren't we?

"Heath......"

The man's arm responds to the call, crushing the girl's body.

I was so happy that I cried.

Geez, my head chilled all at once at the sound of the window creaking.

The same seems to have happened to the man again.

Turn away and turn to the big window to be bounced. No one. The windows remain closed.

Fix rough breaths.

In each other's eyes reason and - a few fears.

"Captain!"

I heard voices through the window.

It was Randy's voice.

"... were you there?

"No. Still here"

"Want to go back to the hall?

"... ahhh..."

Ditrout took Die's arm and walked out. Die's leg was ed by the sudden movement, but he didn't stop walking.

The man I told you about has a strong face.

He rambled open a large window and went out into the hallway.

The assays stood a few large windows away.

"Die!?

Randy was the first to admit what a die looked like. Uberle gives a relief look next door. In opposition to the two, Ass turned his back on the Dies, looking back slowly at the end.

"Die......"

"... it's too late, you guys"

Ditrout criticized the three of them.

With the die supported, he takes a step forward.

"What were you doing, leaving her alone until now?

"You're the one...... what are you doing there?

Uber inquires. He was making his guard clear.

Ditrout's hand holds Ditrout's arm, which remains tangled.

The hand was hot, and, shivering.

"Because she feels bad.... in the wind, I was letting it hit me"

"It's true."

Die attached a finger to the man's trembling hand. Smile and vouch for his words.

The sweat conveyed the temples.

"The Asses didn't come at all, and in the end, they were on their way to send me to Chancellor Yerni... I can't breathe anymore."

In rhetoric that avoided underwear, Uber first looked at the situation.

He was weak.

"Is that what you mean..."

"Then I'll pay you back."

Ditrout releases the die.

The body temperature, which I was familiar with, is moving away.

Stopped in front of the assay, Die asked for an auxiliary hand.

"How's it going over there? You're not taking care of it, are you?

"No... sorry"

Die put his finger on Assé's outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry. It's making a lot of noise, actually."

"... I was thinking that, Randy. You're not biting anyone, are you?

"I didn't do that! He said he didn't!

"Die. I'll apologize later. The assay will be in a hurry. To the main meal......"

Uber's voice stops.

He looks behind the die like it's frozen. The same was true of Randy and Asse.

Die followed ahead of their gaze.

Ditrout stands.

A man of fair beauty. The pity is like an ice statue. Although - …….

A pale eye, often overlooking the surroundings, was sharply shooting through the three men, sheltering a dark light that swayed like a flame.

The man's eyes are applauded.

Crazy.

Know that the focus of that eye is on you.

My skin gets poppy.

I want to run out.

Right now.

I want to wrap it around his neck.

The voice that stopped Die's leg echoed from behind the hallway.

"Dita! Where have you been?!?

Ditrout meditates slowly.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was already one of them, Chancellor Perfilia.

The die also closed its eyelids and opened them.

The crying girl, strangled and silenced.

Zeno slips through the sides of the dies.

"You worry. Don't move on your own!

"Then pick me up as soon as possible. Where were you selling oil?

"Ugh... I'm not..."

"I'll go. Totally......"

The Ditrouts give a gentle salute to the Dies and turn back their heels.

They left the scene early on.

The die also speaks to the Assys.

"Let's hurry too.... no time, right?

Uber and Randy snort with an uninterrupted face.

The assay does not move. Die shook his hand.

"Ass."

Assay makes the body jump.

Smiling, he thanked.

"Sorry."

Almost to the hall, Zeno opened his mouth.

"That kid... what's yours?

"What, what?... You know what I mean? With the national chapter of Del Ligueiria"

"You don't even bother me. I thought she was a man."

I know.

He's not the only one. Both Serenesty and Helmut.

They haven't updated their information since DiTrout's first report.

He boiled his business down to a dittrout who walks in silence.

Zeno sighs deeply.

"Dita"

"What is it?

"Lipstick on my mouth."

I stopped for a moment and muddled my mouth with the back of my hand.

It was too late when I realized. tongue-in-cheek at the failures you have made.

Ah, and moaning friends, Ditrout stared.

"Zeno......"

"It was a mess..."

It caught on beautifully.

I am reminded of how little room I lack right now.

I glimpsed the way Zeno came. The follow-up hasn't come yet.

"You, that kid in the back, you held him."

"Were you here?"

"I turned back because I was upset. You don't imitate that recklessly. What the hell is that?... Dita!

Zeno grabs Ditrout's shoulder as he tries to start walking first.

"His Majesty also noticed about that child! I'm willing to pursue it! Tell me first! What the fuck!?

"Please shut up. Though it sounds good because it was lit with charm stones..."

"Answer seriously! I'll punch you!"

"That would be just right for me right now"

"You..."

To his stunned friend, DiTrout begs.

"Zeno, give me some time.... I can't talk right now."

Reflect on the approaching footsteps. The follow-up was catching up.

Shut up and move your legs. Zeno continues.

Arrive in the hall. An elegant examination of strings. Full of light. People's stirring.

Makes me feel comfortable after a long journey.

Take the guidance of the Ritual Officer to the middle and second floors. Most groups are seated.

"... oh yeah"

Let the angry emotions seep in, and Serenesty calls himself.

To the dittrout who walked over, the master urged him to look at it with his gaze.

A Del Ligueiria makeup artist looks at his master and whispers something.

DiTrout smiled.

I expected it.

The interrogation is about to begin.

It's okay.

Now finally.

"Later... I'll tell you all about it"

Ditrout's voice melted in the voice that marked the beginning of the meal.

Grand Duke Almaldi didn't show up. A nearby official pronounces the words of consolation.

The toast was made by Clan Hyve, an advocate of the Continental Conference. Raina raises her cup with a gorgeous smile on Ineka's behalf.

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy plenty. - Bless the Sons of the Virgin."

"Bless you."

Cuisine is transported to the signal for summoning.

The scent of the warm products builds my appetite on the hot air.

Although snacks were served, everyone must have been hungry. Everyone opens their plates one after the other as they cheer.

"What have you been talking to Chancellor Yerni for so long?

The Siaries near the seat inquire.

We spent so much time together. The topic is inevitable.

As he cut the fish apart, Die responded to her.

"Hmm...... At first, it's about the beginning of the noise, isn't it? And then a little bit about each other's escorts."

"Were we talking about stupidity?

"That's the place."

"Did you play the story? Looks like you're back on the loose."

"My mood stopped getting better along the way. You've intervened."

"Cuddle?"

"I was hoping to hang out in the wind... on the terrace"

Neighborhood seats are full of women. Good eating to talk about this hand. To them who work their imagination on their own, Die makes them laugh and look embarrassed.

"I usually go through it in men's clothes. When I accidentally complained that my underwear was painful, I was very angry."

"Too honest?

"Yes."

"Haha!

Sirleys laughs grandly.

After clapping his surroundings out, he began to leak a sneaky laugh.

"Chancellor Yerni would have been in trouble, too. I wanted to take a look."

"That you are truly a gentleman"

"It's an iron wall...... I definitely need to let my men apprentice me. Your Majesty is in trouble this time."

"She's the biggest victim... but it was tough."

Labored by the Chancellor of Zext.

Die smiled.

"Thank you"

- That's it.

No one doubts us.

Ditrout apparently took the same method as Die.

Looks like you two confessed to being on the terrace.

Much. And I'm just saying there was nothing.

Moving from a formal meal to a ball, those who served as dancers gradually guided Die through his physical condition.

Fabian is no exception.

"Are you feeling sick?

"You'll be better soon. I've been visiting Fairy Light."

"Oh, Prime Minister Yerni said so. Was it beautiful?

"Yes, it was very pretty"

"Oh well. I wish I'd gone for a walk too."

At the beginning of the ball, they all line up and dance one by one off every few bars they decide. Fabian was the number one opponent, but he's pretty good at leading the way. Thanks to you, I also played the conversation. Sometimes the original acquaintance.

"It was quite a meaningful time"

"Ha. Good for you. I wondered what would happen when.... because I've been watching Chancellor Yerni interact with you in Perfilia before."

Fit in with his lead, change his footing, and flip around.

The women's costume hem opens like a petal.

"Die's not good. Are you good at this?

"No.... I have this this one this time, so I got special training"

"I hear there are a lot of good teachers at your place."

"Isn't Mr. Fabian good, too?"

"I practice in other countries. Nice. A country like yours has all the ahead to learn."

I'm proud of you, and Fabian shrugged.

A pair of verses are over.

Courtesy of Fabian.

Break up and go to your next opponent.

Ditrout was the end of the song.

Ditrout put his hand on his left chest. The die picks the hem of the costume and pulls one leg.

Thank you, for your dance posture.

The tone of the Lord's melody marked the beginning.

One spin for each man and woman.

The sound of heels claps. Light dance.

Men and women laugh.

We cannot remain silent ourselves either. As Die was looking for the right topic, Ditrout cut his mouth fire first.

"Can you dance both?

"Both men and women? I can dance. I'd rather be a woman... I'm actually not good at it."

Ditrout pulls up one arm of the die.

Only women, inverted.

The national seal flipped.

"In the last six months, too?

"Yes."

"If you can dance like this, you can do it."

"Glad to hear it. That's what you said."

For a long time.

Ditrout was a good dancer. I took a good look at him as Mariage's practice opponent.

"Deanna"

My heart bounces when they call me.

Ditrout was looking at the die with serious eyes.

"Why... did you respond?

To tickle.

Die stopped and moved his mouth hard. It is not a question among the people.

A man laughs bitterly.

"The charm stone remains lit."

"... so..."

"How did you respond?

"You are the one...... why to me?

"... I think I've already told you the answer to that."

A year ago.

in Perfilia.

In the dungeon of the castle.

Reminds me of the voice of the man who dictated Die.

"- I'm ashamed."

No, it's not.

That must have been a lie.

to bring the die into your side.

To make you betray Mariage.

Hold on to the upset and let your gaze wander.

Second, I found my eyes staring at this one.

One queen sitting in a wall seat. Serenesty, Ditrout's sister.

Her eyes are on Die, No, Ditrout, obvious anger.

To the man holding himself, Die asks.

"His Majesty Serenesty... are you angry?

"Yes."

"What?"

"to the fact that I was laying low on your gender"

Ditrout answered with a smug eye.

Die didn't immediately understand what he said.

Continue with the voice of Ditrout killing deterrence.

"The king probably... realized my, obsession with you. I will be pursued later, with regard to you, including the matter at Perfilia"

"... that I... am a woman? Didn't I tell you?

Desperately organizing the meaning of his words, Die asks.

"Were you hiding it? Why..."

'Cause I've molested you.'

I couldn't tell you, the man said.

The song modulates.

For a looser look ahead.

The end is approaching.

Die put his strength into the left hand he turned on the man's back.

"I..."

"Deanna"

Passionate pale eyes capture one and the die.

"I wanted you. I want you. Now. To me like that, your behavior was the same as poison. Don't be defenseless anymore. … there will never be another opportunity like today."

Ditrout suggested the assay with his gaze.

He dances in different rows.

"I've been staring at you since lunch. I see you hated me a lot."

"I don't think so"

Die immediately denied it.

The eyes of a friend looking over a few rows - he was looking at a die. Not ditlout.

"It's not. He... Assé, I think, figured it out"

Die looked up at Ditrout and told him.

"I... like you."

Like it, like it.

"I want to talk to you right now."

I can't wait to taste it.

"I can't forget you..."

The song ends.

And dancing.

The women next door leave the other man.

I also imitated the die to them.

Opposite the man.

- Think about it, now for the first time, I've told a man my thoughts.

He laughed.

Just between moments.

Like a child.

One beat of being late to the surroundings, and thank each other for breaking up.

The venue was filled with applause.

That's the end of the dance in the group. Thereafter it will be freely dissolved. You can dance near dawn. You may be interested in booze and play.

Ditrout turns his heel and goes under his queen early enough.

My eyes on Serenesty's brother have never been sharp. Eventually, they led an escort and disappeared.

As I was dropping them off, my voice hung from behind.

"... die"

"... Maria, Ju, Sama..."

Moving the crease, I felt salty on the tip of my tongue.

Mariage shows the eye area with a fan. The die touched the lower lid with a cursory fingertip.

It was wet.

I was worried about my husband. She would have noticed the deed of a die equal to treachery as well.

Still.

Don't blame me, my lord says.

"You... look terrible"

"Mariage, me"

"Go home. First. That's enough.... Ass!

Mariage commands.

"You, send the die. Uber and Randy need to talk to you, so I'll get back to you later."

As Uber and his men blued, one, Ass, moves forward.

He reached out his trembling hand to the die.