Almost rendering the mirror useless, dozens and dozens of lip prints decorated the glass. Some were smeared as though applied hurriedly or lacking coordination, others looked like planned, meticulous applications against the glass. Each one was unique, in color, shade, shape, or, most notably, the silhouette inside each print that was free of the waxy substance. Each print contained within its memory of a kiss pressed into the mirror a clear, sometimes less so, but always evident, outline of a human form. In some cases it was an entire shadow in clean reflection of a human body, other places only had a head and arm in what was the upper or lower lips, at least one showed only legs, on and on the lip prints and their empty space of tiny persons went in an arch around the edge of the mirror.

"I don't remember any of their names. Too many." She mused. "And the first one's not up here, I hadn't thought of this yet when I ate him."

"Please, my name is John. I have a family." He said backing away from her, unwittingly closer to the mirror. "I have a job, and a life, and…"

"No, you only have a choice now." She said, setting the small cylinder in each hand down in front of him.

In truth, each of the tubes of lipstick were only small to her, they were taller and wider than he was. They were clearly of different makes, although both looked brand new. She picked up and uncapped the one on her right, twisting to produce the brilliant crimson stick. Despite his flinching, she drew a thick line of red in a half circle next to him.

"One of my favorites, a classic red, although the manufacturer calls it 'Crime Scene'..." she said as the lipstick made its way along the surface of the vanity. "Its color won't fade over the years, ensuring you'll be remembered on the glass for some time."

She recapped the Crime Scene and set it back down, moving on to its opposite. This one uncapped to reveal a stark contrast. Black in a way that was almost difficult to look at, as she twisted it into position, it looked to him as though she were coaxing a hole in reality from the tube. Even as she mirrored the crimson half circle with the deep, black wax, it reflected little enough light that it seemed to simply be a thick shadow on the vanity’s glossy wood.

“A new addition to my lineup, this one definitely doesn’t go with every look, but I couldn’t pass up the name ‘L’Appel du Vide’...” the lipstick formed the second half of the circle around him. “And it delivers on the promise of being deep, dark, and all consuming. Very fitting, don’t you think?”

The cap returned to L'Appel du Vide and the tube was set back down on the vanity. Her hands lay flat down on the vanity on either side of him, reinforcing the barrier that she had made in lipstick.

"Now, it's time for your choice, your only choice, your last choice; red or black?" She asked.