She smudges up your cheek once she’s finished with your hair. An ear-to-ear grin splits your face as she licks you for no apparent reason. The ticklish but strangely pleasant affections show no sign of abating and you're forced to let out a giggle you're not proud of. She meets your eye for a moment and you can see her own brand of dopamine high clouding her gaze; after a brief, blank stare she moves to your other cheek.