She stepped back to survey her masterpiece. As spymistress, she was of course well acquainted with makeup and its excellently disguising qualities, but very rarely had she ever had to apply it to someone else. The result was not displeasing. Pansy’s ashy-pale cheeks had been given a pleasingly heightened colour with rouge, her lips similarly reddened; strategically placed bands of colour provided the illusion of higher cheekbones, while dramatic wings of kohl framed feline blue eyes. And if the Desdemona braids on her hair did not quite match the picture in the manual, very few would have been able to tell.