Ethan
I followed Demyan around with a cart as he picked out his expensive skincare products and little bottles of whatever. We were in the upper class region which worked more to his favour than mine. He had access to all the fancy cosmetics of his dream and I could tell he was in a pure wonderland as he constantly gasped then threw something in the cart.
There have been a lot of times I felt nervous in my life. Meetings, farming, fixing dangerous farm equipment and travelling to countries I thought I would never be in my life, but handing over my body for Demyan to beautify was the scariest thing in my eyes.
I had seen his beauty routines. I knew of them dangerously well from what I understood he called dermarolling which left his face bloody and red. His waxing routine; well that was back then when he was still capable of growing hair. I did not think an inch of skin still had hair to produce except for his head which he almost obliterated as well.
