"Trust me," Iridescent Girl started, making a strange face, "you [i]won't[/i]." Her expression was a perfect mixture of beauty, a dash seriousness, and a pinch of anger. Her purple, sparkly, glossy lips were still creating a frown on her made-up face. Her eyes were half way closed, revealing her matching violet eyeshadow and perfect eyeliner wings, her sights honing in on the mirror's reflection of the man.