Teeheeheeheehee… Wait til they get a load of this, hm~? Grinning to herself as she looked herself over in the mirror and found herself looking rather resplendent in ravishing rouge and fluffy ruff, Sofia Serena found herself filled to the brim with giggly glee as she prepared herself for the main event of the day, and not just because of the fact that that she had been rather enjoying the tipples that her lady wife had brought them to have with their lunch either.
Should I have grabbed a beard? Hmmmm… Dressed to the nines and for no one other than the ladies she shared her house with, though the overall ensemble was aimed toward the little lasses who had taken over their world, the trim fit and show of her pink thighs was for the woman of her house to enjoy in her own right, though even now she couldn't help but wonder if she should go the whole hog when it came to her facial wear.
No. No, no. Santa can be a mommy too, right~? Ultimately deciding that there was no reason that the matriarchy couldn't take command as the key player on a day like today and if anything deciding that she looked something of an improvement in fact, the grin she wore and redness in her cheeks was certainly more than enough to match Saint Nicholas, while her svelte figure and the suggestion in her costume also allowed for those of a more mature inclination to enjoy certain elements of her showmanship as well.
“So, you ready for this~?” Not everyone seeming entirely happy with the effort however but at the very least her pink pet seeming to cherish the event enough to bear with it, though Lion seemed to poke at the antlers she had placed upon his head and shake it about a bit ultimately he only rolled his eyes and then looked to a nearby wall with a nod, and then let loose a gentle growl that would bring them both to the crescendo of the day with style and aplomb.
Perfect, now…! Conjuring a passageway which smoothly connected her bedroom to the front room and created a perfect view of a decorated tree and a roaring fire within it to boot, the brunette waved her feline friend onward to take the lead with resplendent regality, and then followed after him once she had hoisted a sack that was as big as her or more and stepped through the opening herself.
“Ho ho hooooo! Meeerrryyyy Chrisssstmasssssss!” Letting loose a sonorous spirit as she indulged a spirit that had been gifted to her in her youth by her own Saint Nick and how he had seemed to always find time to return for a surprise visit on the day of merriment and mirth, the booming belle beamed all the while as she marched forward and waited to see what her lovelies made of her first little gift for them, hoping to make a memory for all, be they young or even ravenously ripe as well…