14th of Wyrmstym, Dolth's Keep

"For the record, I'm not opposed to helping you out here, but don't you think this place is rather…" Sonya glanced around the dreary keep, a window showing the hellscape that sits pleasantly in the murky weather. "Well, it's not exactly romantic."

Genny figured something out after her sort of date with Saber, one very vital piece of information: He didn't see her as much of a woman as she needed him to. Fate was particularly kind, as it were, and Sonya happened to join with Celica. As such, the young woman had a wealth of knowledge of feminine charms to draw from.

Which led to a problem in of itself. In Sonya's own words, she didn't put on makeup and jewelry to seduce others, but more to make up for lost time living in the priory. A chance is a chance, however, and if that meant Genny was able to accomplish her goal, then all the better.

The two were in front of a mirror they had found while Celica explored the keep, with Genny sitting in front of it and Sonya just behind. Genny smiled as Sonya brushed her hair, looking at her through the mirror. "The way you're doting on me really is like a mother. You just look so stern that, well, I was still worried you wouldn't help me."

Sonya let the remark about her motherly actions slip by, although she had tried to project a cool beauty akin to a sister for the younger woman, her apparent resemblance to Genny's mother was too strong. "After all we've been through, and you still thought that?" Sonya let out a scoff, "You're too hard on yourself."

"Hee hee…" Genny closed her eyes, content for the moment. "If you can teach me how to do this myself, then I can do it myself when the time is right, right?"

"That would make it more special if you stand up on your own like that," Sonya nodded, fluffing Genny's fluffy fluff of hair. "Short of professional equipment, I'm afraid I can't do much beyond helping it look less fussy."

"Oh, that's alright, it feels nice when you pat my head like that, so I figure… it would be for the best it stayed floofy," Genny lost herself in thought for the moment, imagining what Saber's rough hands would feel like patting her on the head. If Genny were a piece of furniture, she'd be a space heater from that thought.

Sonya smiled as she rummaged through her kit. "It'll be harder for me to apply makeup if you're that red. Trying to match your robes, perhaps?"

"Wh-wh-what?" Genny shook herself out of her imagination. "No, I was just…" she trailed off, followed by the two women laughing together. "So, how, or what sort of makeup are you planning to use?"

"Something subtle for you, any more than that and it might look garish on you," she began applying the makeup lightly on Genny, far less than she would herself use. For a moment, Sonya was reminded of the first time she had tried it by herself. As proud as she was to prance around towns looking like a clown, the retroactive humiliation she felt was too much, and sparing Genny such feelings was a priority.

Sonya worked diligently for several minutes, and finished with a grin. "It's not much, you're awfully cute on your own, but see how you like it."

Genny opened her eyes, expecting herself to look like Sonya. Mature, womanly, incredibly defined face sharpened by the makeup. Instead, she found… just herself. Her cheeks and lips were a touch pinker and eyes outlined further. She couldn't help but deflate, a sense of defeat permeating her being.

Sensing the mood, Sonya rubbed Genny's shoulders gently. "You're worrying too much. You're still growing, aren't you? Even if your face is playing catchup, being mature's a state of mind, all you have to do is embrace it."

Genny glanced up at Sonya. "Are you sure about that?"

"Sure I'm sure. Have I ever said something untrue?"

"W-well, no…"

"Then what're you so worried about?" She gave Genny a wide grin, who matched Sonya's. "Easy part's over, though. Now you just have to get out there and snag them, don't you think?"

Genny nodded once and stood up. "You're right. Thank you, sincerely," Genny embraced Sonya, who stiffened up for a moment, before hugging right back. She broke it and began walking off, waving to Sonya.

Sonya watched Genny leave, a smile on her face. "Hope it works out for you, kid."