"Oh, aren't you so cute, wearing my shade," Drusilla coos, failing to catch Faith off guard when she 'sneaks' up behind her at the mirror in the middle of her beauty routine; she puts her head on Faith's shoulder, arms snaking around her scantily-clad figure, and Faith smiles.
"How do you know you aren't wearing mine?" Faith taunts, turning her head towards Drusilla's with a wink.
"Do you have any idea how much older than you I am?"
"Not a clue, Dru, and I actually don't give a fuck," Faith grins devilishly before applying mascara and then turning around to face Dru, bending back against the armoire below the mirror.
"Oh, you give plenty of fucks," Dru says, reaching up Faith's chest to her neck and gripping tightly as she presses her body against the slayer's, her other hand unceremoniously running down Faith's front past and then underneath her miniskirt.