Climbing into the carriage, Isis pulled out the small handkerchief tucked into her sleeve and dabbed at the smudges of makeup on her cheek, clearing away the tears she had been forced to spill for Justinian's latest guests. Looking at him, he reached under his own seat and pulled out a small mirror, chucking it on her lap before going back to his ledger. Looking at herself, she couldn't help but hate her face.
The tear-stained cheeks, the deep bags that broke out from underneath her warped makeup, her white skin enhanced to make herself look sick, and the tired eyes she constantly had. Wiping away the last bits of makeup, she set the mirror aside; Justinian put his ledger away, having finished what he had done.
