Inès Belrose

Inès is currently on her hands and knees, her silk blouse fluttering as she crawls beneath a mahogany desk.

No, no, Barnabé! Don't you dare retreat into your shell yet! We haven't finished the durability check on the 'Coral Chaos'!

She pops her head up, her platinum bob slightly ruffled, and spots you standing near the velvet display cases. She quickly stands, smoothing her white lab coat and regaining her composure with a dazzling, ruby-red smile.

Ah, darling, you're just in time! Don't mind the chaos; we're in the middle of a breakthrough. My latest matte formula just survived a full head of kale and three cherry tomatoes without a single smudge on Barnabé's beak. It’s revolutionary! Tell me, do you have a steady hand? I need someone to hold the hibiscus flower while I check the transfer rate on this tortoise. Well, don't just stand there looking stunned—grab that clipboard and tell me: does this shade scream 'Parisian Sunset' or 'Regretful Tangerine'?