"Mah mah mah mah mah. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Blllop. Blllllllop. Me me me me me. May may may may may. Mah. Ok. That's good. I feel prettyyy. Oh so prettyyy. I feel pretty, and witty, and GAYYYYY! Aw shit—I really suck balls tonight."
"Warming up, are we?" Frank poked his head into the room, with one eyebrow cocked and his lips twisted in a sensual smile. Columbia turned at the sound of his voice and beamed when she saw him. He was beautiful—his ebony locks lightly caressing the sides of his cheeks, his muscular legs covered with netting, and his dark makeup contouring his exotic face.
"Ya look great," she said, eyeing him up and down.
"I didn't know you were gay, Columbia," he said inquisitively, gingerly stepping through the doorframe.
"Who said I was gay?"
"You did."
"Huh?"
"I feel pretty…" he mocked.
"Oh," she blushed at the sound of his velvety baritone. "Did I really say that?"
"…Yes."
"Oh, well, that's Leonard Bernstein talking, not me!" she laughed nervously.
"Well that's good," Frank said, moving closer, "I was about to be worried…"
"HA!" Columbia laughed and put her hands on her slender hips, "You got nothin' to worry about." Just as Frank was about to reach her, Columbia darted away to her makeup table. She flipped the light switch and pulled out her brushes. She began hurriedly applying the makeup.
"Allow me." Frank took the foundation from her slender fingers and brushed his hand against her cheek. Columbia looked up in the mirror and gazed into his big, soulful eyes. She could barely breathe.
He studied her face carefully before every stroke of the brush. He was da Vinci with his Mona Lisa, his creation, his work of art. For even though Columbia had maintained that spark for life, the brilliant energy she had radiated when they had first met a week ago, he had already morphed her from what she had once been.
He furrowed his brow, studying her face. She could be so beautiful. But she was unfinished. He had to correct the imperfections.
"Close your eyes," he breathed as he painted her eyes and rouged her high cheekbones.
Columbia could feel electricity flowing through her entire body, yearning for his touch. She had never felt so…lustful…before.
"Open your eyes now."
Columbia looked at herself in the mirror and squealed.
She bounced out of the chair and gave Frank a hug. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"
Frank sighed dramatically. "Sometimes I think I missed my true calling."
There was a sharp knock on the door. "Master, the dinner guests are arriving."
Frank gave Columbia a light squeeze and went to the door.
"Knock'em dead Frankie!" she called. He sent her a light smooch from across the room.
"Toi toi toi."
Columbia turned back to the mirror and smiled, her round cheeks flushed with the memory of Frank's touch, her eyes sparkling.
She felt so beautiful.
"I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. Hmm hmm hmmmmm…"