[ The real chore is keeping the illusion that you like it, to pretend that the power in your own sexuality is yours to wield. Cashmere goes home covered in jewels, and lets everyone believe all of this has been her choice. ]

Did you send 'em off to the doctor? Sounds like somebody hit their head. [ Because seriously what is with the tree thing. It's odder now that the theme isn't followed - maybe they finally ran out of trees to copy? As awful as they are otherwise, Cashmere likes the One prep team. They've had the same stylist for ages and sometimes it even seems like she might have a sliver of human decency in her. She usually manages to disprove that theory almost immediately. ]

My eyelashes feel weird. [ she blinks heavily, and sure enough there are some massive false lashes glued to her face and tiny crystals topping them like gaudy snowflakes. ] You think they're gonna rip my real ones out?