Wash gets a lighter treatment. The ghem ladies who have appointed themselves his personal sartors dress him in soft colors, layers of pale yellow and powder blue brocade over a charcoal gray underrobe, with a matching pair of soft-soled shoes. His robes are a little shorter, cut at just above the ankle, with wide sleeves. They go for an equally delicate look with his facepaint, a mask of silver over his brow that fades into a soft, deep blue down his cheeks and the ridge of his nose. The corners of his eyes and his cheekbones are dusted with silver glitter. For his perfume, they go slightly bolder: a musk with hints of coffee and mint.