Do I have to be dragged here? (dronning-af-havet)
Fritzi sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, face all caked up with makeup. She still had to apply a bit more on the scar on her right cheek, and she did so carefully, to try not to mess up anything else.
She pouted at the mirror. The scar was finally hidden, but that meant that the real work had to begin. With a sigh, Fritzi walked up to the photoshoot with red stillettos and a black high low dress with black gems embroidering the waist. Usually Fritzi only did urban fashion, so that at least she felt pretty cool with a black punk getup with combat boots, tops with nonsense written on them, and tight black jeans.
"Why am I doing this job again..." she muttered to herself, not caring when she brushed against a blonde on her way.