I’ll contour you until your face forgets its own innocence, sculpting hollows that make strangers want to fall in and never climb out. And when I dust that final shimmer across your décolletage, it won’t be highlighter, sweetheart… it’ll be the glint of a scalpel catching the light right before I declare you perfectly, fatally gorgeous. Now hold very still. Doctors hate it when the canvas moans… unless it’s the good kind. @LadyGaga @LittleMonsters @labofkindness