Just as she was about to leave after pulling off her mischief—
She heard Celestia Fawkes cursing furiously outside the treehouse, "I don't know which bastard dared to grope my ass. They'd better pray I don't catch them, or else..."
Luna Sutton hurriedly shrunk back under her Invisibility Cloak, watching Celestia Fawkes storming into the treehouse with her skirt hiked up.
That dumb broad plopped herself in front of the vanity, grabbed a flower paste from the rouge box, and smeared it all over her face, grumbling under her breath, "Just let me catch that pervert, I'll skin them alive."
She was smearing her face while staring into the water basin next to her.
"Ah! My face..."
Celestia Fawkes suddenly shrieked, her face breaking out in a million tiny golden bumps, looking just like a cluster of silkworm eggs hatched across her skin.
Luna was dying trying to hold in her laughter, using the cover of her cloak to sneak out of the treehouse.
