I am very good at make-up. I messed up my junk what fierce that one time. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to make your own nethers look unpleasant.

[There's some weird implication that naturally his dick is a fucking Elizabethan painting or something, but that's classic Molly. He and Jester are nothing without their dick jokes.

He picks a spot on her cheek just beside her right ear and begins a design that is not entirely simple. It starts with a curly vine that snakes down to her chin and then works it's way to her cheekbone, terminating into a little bouquet of flowers. They're not complicated like his own floral tattoos and by the third petal, it becomes clear that these are just tiny daisies blooming on her cheek, but he was mysterious for a few moments anyway.]