>"Anonymous, are you sure the copious amounts of make-up will get the rowdy workers to listen?"
>You pull out a tube of blue lipstick, which you give to Luna.
"No doubt. Men are drawn to anything that looks pretty."
>You knew she'd have the angry workers' attention when she addressed the solution to their problems.
>Just not the kind of attention she thought she was getting.
>She took the tube of lipstick in her magical grip and began applying it, checking herself in the vanity mirror.
>She groaned.
>"Anonymous, I feel like a harlot. Are you sure I cannot address them without this?"
>You knew they'd listen to Luna anyways, on account of her being a princess, but you wanted an excuse to see her in makeup.
>So you suggested it'd get the worker ponies' attention if she prettied herself up.
>She took an eyelash curler and brushed it across her lashes.
"Y'know, for a pony reluctant to the idea of putting on makeup, you seem to know how to put it on pretty well."
>"I learned how to apply it for public appearances in the early days of Celestia and I's rule. I learned eventually that I did not need it."
"They had makeup back then?"
>She continues to check herself in the mirror as she curls her other eyelash.
>"Very crude forms of it, but yes. It still performed as well as the makeup of the present, actually."
>She finished with the curler and set it down.
>No eye-shadow needed to be applied, as she wore some all the time anyways.
>Funny how she hates putting on makeup even though she always had some on.
>She picks up a small container of blush.
>"Anonymous, what do you think? Blush, or none?"
>You thought on it, two separate images of Luna coming to your mind, one with blush and one without.
"Definitely without."
>She set the container down onto the vanity mirror.
>She was dreading the next part that you had proposed to her.
>"Anonymous, are you sure I need to speak to my subjects as if I am trying to seduce them?"
>Now that you thought about it, this could go horribly wrong.
>But you didn't care.
>Just seeing Luna like this was golden.
"I'm sure. Trust me, you'll get your point across real well if you do it."
>She sighed.
>"I suppose I can at least attempt it."
>She closed her eyes, and inhaled.
>Her eyes went into bedroom mode.
>A sly grin formed on her face.
>"How does this sound, Anonymous?"
>The sultry tone was turning you on, if your pants implied anything.
>You gave Luna a thumb's up.
"It's great, Princess. Now if you talk like that to all of those manly stallions, you'll have their eyes all over you."
>She stepped back, a forehoof raised.
>"I am not sure I like the idea of that..."
"Whoops, I mean all their eyes will be on you."
>That was a bad save, but it worked.
>She fidgeted a little, before looking at herself in the mirror one more time.
>She puckered her lips to see if enough lipstick was applied, and checked her lashes closely.
>She stepped away from the mirror and towards you.
>"I believe this is enough. Let us get to the work-site so I may address the workers."
>She was still a bit apprehensive, but moved out anyways.
>Best-case scenario, the workers would be wooed and satisfied with Luna's proposition.
>Worst-case, the workers will only make catcalls and other remarks, and nothing would be solved.
>At least you got to see Luna in makeup, right?