Trista laughed at her comment. "I think the blue ends up being a signature more than enough anyways... but at least with the helmets they dont have to worry about the helmet hair anyways."
She went silent as Mitch worked on her makeup, knowing that talking could cause her steady hand to move in the wrong way. Instead she enjoyed the subtle view of her breasts before her and grinned. She really needed to get her makeup done more often.
"Yeah, it's easier to roll out of bed and listen to people complain that their computers dont work because they havent plugged them in." She let out a bedraggled sigh and grinned at her. "But it is nice to be able to do my own thing when work is slow too.
When Mitch was finished, Trista went to look in the mirror and smiled. "That is gorgeous. Sure this is my face and not some amazing magic mirror?" She chuckled and winked at her. "You really are a magic maker."