Kat snickered at Diego’s commentary about tanning beds. “Clearly you’ve never gotten sprayed before.” At least with the spray tans, the pale person was told to stand up, rather than lay down in a bed with lights that promised to give them cancer. The color might turn out a little more orange than most cared for, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. And there was still the matter of a small space, but it was hardly different than the changing room he had just been in for his suit fitting.<br/><br/>It didn’t take a genius to notice that Kat’s complexion was largely due to the absence of sunlight, which also more than likely meant that she wasn’t a big believer in tanning in the first place. Either way, her focus shifted to Diego’s nails a moment later and as expected, the hunky driver looked absolutely clueless. After he hurried to catch up and questioned her comment about his dark circles, she cackled quietly. “The ones under your eyes!” She responded, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.<br/><br/>“Beauty sleep is a real thing, you know. And when that combined with eye cream fails, well, then you get cosmetic.” After checking in and sitting down to wait, Kat once again smirked at Diego, clearly enjoying herself a little too much. “They look a lot closer at you through those pricey cameras, than you might realize, Diego. Just think about the spreads you see in magazines. Not THOSE magazines.” She paused to glare at him, in case his mind had gone someplace perverted. “And how they zoom in to show you Avril Lavigne’s enormous wedding ring. The second one, not the first. Or Kesha without any makeup on, just for examples.”<br/><br/>There was no real need to convince him that it was necessary though, because whether he liked it or not, it was happening. And just a moment later, he was being called to one of the tables. Kat looked up at him expectantly. “Would you like me to come with you? Hold your hand?” She was teasing him, now. But, honestly, how could she help it? The woman who came to escort Diego back was much taller than Kat, and had dark features, but smile lines at the corners of her eyes. That would have to be enough to signify a smile, since there was no other evidence of one from behind the surgical mask.<br/><br/>Kat rolled an unoccupied plush, leather chair over, and took a seat. She breathed out a sigh of contentment. Obviously, she was quite used to this sort of setting. Once the woman sat down and Diego found his chair, she leaned a little closer to watch his expression. “So, have you ever had your nails done before?” The woman asked Diego. Kat once again snickered, but let Diego answer. The woman got to work, quickly buffing his nails out with a gentle buffer, before taking a nail file and shaping them.<br/><br/>Finally, she grabbed the cuticle tool, which simultaneously shoved the skin of the nail beds away from the nail and also collected up all of the cuticles, by essentially ripping them and breaking them off completely. This was the painful part, if that wasn’t already clear.