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Lacy & The Guys Lacy’s makeup was finally complete, her hair almost done as the woman put the finishing touches on it, twirling the ends gently around her fingers as she worked the flat iron curling her hair. The stylist kept Lacy’s back to the mirror so she wasn’t able to see what was being done to her, but she was pretty sure her normal year’s salary had gone into the eye makeup done to her. The amount of brushes and time spent she swore the guy was an actual painter and not a makeup artist. Finally completed she felt her chair spinning until she was facing the mirror and her eyes widened in absolute shock. “Oh my god… I look… “ Her voice caught, her words choked off for a moment as she stood up looking at the whole ensemble together. She squeaked softly as she heard the deep timbre o
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