Coming here wasn't an odd request. Orion Plaza had the only Sephora Daphne knew about (she only knew because Aphrodite had said so) and there she was, holding a clutter of brand name bags. All of the make-up items inside were for Aphrodite herself, of course. But she would not be surprised if this meeting ended with mascara and other oddities ended up caked and plastered on her face. It was only for certain women -- the Goddess of Beauty, for one. Daphne preferred a natural look mostly because her time in the woodlands didn't allow her to get dolled up just for show.

Regardless she was not here to judge. Just to help a friend.

Glancing in one of their conveniently placed mirrors, Daphne made faces and her reflection mirrored them, much to her amusement. She wrinkled her nose, batted her eyelashes, stuck out her tongue, and smiled broadly. It was a interesting time.

Mirrors were new to her, after all.

Finally she manages to focus her attention on the raven-haired Love Goddess longer than a few seconds; whom had bought all the materials that she carried. Daphne, with her allotted Initiative funds, wanted to buy a few outfits once they left this place.

"Lady Aphrodite, art we done in hither? The scent is bothering mine nose." She would not admit the pricy perfume she wore made her queasy.

APHRODITE