Now this was a doubly rare occurence... For Sofia to not only get up from bed before Alisa, ever the early riser, and not only that for the sculptress herself to have such a long, lazy lie in, averting her gaze from the sunbeams peering through the curtains, turning on the other side, flipping her pillow around, hand raising over her mouth as she let out a long yawn:
"Mmm... What's taking her so long~...?", mused the tall, statuesque sculptress, clad in a seductive satin negligee as she rolled around the sheets, brushing those loose strands of dark hair away from her eyes to shoot a curious glance towards the door. Still no sign of Sofia, "Just what kind of preparations does she have in mind~...?"
The mere thought made her chuckle, nibbling her luscious bottom lip as her legs shifted about ever so slowly, all but betraying a hint of curiosity. When your lover lets you know she has a special day planned, Alisa did the one reasonable thing a caring, passionate girlfriend possibly might: Find the most alluring little number she could get her hands on, a smooth, violet fabric so silky it rivalled even the tall woman's soft alabaster skin. Short, flowing and quite revealing, yet never without losing that hint of elegance, the classy seductress picked an outfit with only just enough tightness around her well rounded bust give her a flattering, eye catching cleavage, letting the rest of the garment drape loosely around her body with every motion. That faint, yet ever tempting lavender scent Alisa made her own created a soothing yet sultry atmosphere, though that paled in comparison to the rose petals adorning the bed, all around the sprawled sculptress as she calmly laid in wait, for the perfect moment when Sofia waddled back in~