She checks the instructions on her phone. She’s clean. Dripping wet from the shower, her hair turbaned on top of her head, warm and heavy. He hasn’t put his requirements in any kind of sensible order. She rearranges them in her head: she’s already waxed and smooth. She dealt with the enema before getting in the shower. That leaves hair, makeup, clothing, and the toy.
Hair first, she decides. She dries herself roughly, then hangs up the towel. Enjoys being naked as she pads about her room, kneels in front of the mirror. Dries, brushes, dries some more. Pulls it back, examines herself, lets it loose, pulls it back again. Eventually she ties it back and tidies up the loose strands.
What’s the time? Three-quarters of an hour until he arrives. She should have started earlier.
She’s enjoying being naked. Doesn’t want clothes just yet. She gets onto the bed, props up the hand mirror and does her makeup. A soft, cold swipe of eyeliner along her lids. Blink. *Wear eyeliner, but minimal other makeup*. That’s what the instructions say. She wants some foundation, but she keeps it light and blends until she’s sure he won’t notice.