"Did Santa come early? What's all this?"
Shopping bags covered the bed, neatly displayed over crisp, smooth covers. Curiosity beat polite hesitance. Two thrift store bags were the first to get untied and opened up. In one, a velvety floral printed dress and a new pair of pantyhose folded neatly and stuffed inside a translucent purple vase with a ruffled rim. In another, heels as red as the flowers on the dress. A third plastic grocery bag contained makeup products. An eyeshadow palette, eyeliner, lipstick in the same wine color as the heels, and clear gloss. A few previously purchased products were thrown in as well, adding to the curiosity even further. Like mascara, eye contacts, and a purse. Last but not least, underneath it all laid a few bundles of flowers and greenery to go in the vase.
"You don't need anything that isn't already in this bed tonight," announced a firm voice from behind. "This bed is where you're gonna start and end the night, understand? So relax, make somethin' pretty for yourself. Then make yourself pretty. Take your time. It turns out better when you have fun with it,"
Shadows danced across the wall beside the now empty doorway and there was silence, however briefly. Somewhere else, water pattered against acrylic flooring. Steam carried a crisp, almost nautical scent like an oceanic breeze. With a skipped heartbeat, curiosity was transmuted into excitement. Excitement mingled with affection as cologne filled the air, presence returning to the bedroom doorway.
"Beautiful. You've outdone yourself again,"
The object of praise wasn't the floral arrangement meticulously placed on the nightstand, as initially expected. Or at least, not in isolation. Attention shifted away from the flowers with a growing smile, and butterflies beat their powerful wings against stomach lining.
Purposely no doubt, a few strands of hair were left out of place and buttons were supposedly forgotten about. A smear of facial cream remained on one cheek. It didn't matter if they were set up intentionally, those little touches were more enriching than any play or movie going on tonight. Neither of them could resist.
A swoon. "I missed my wife," lips curls upward like ribbons of smoke off incense, that voice just as warm and smooth. "And I can't wait to show her off!"
Glittery burgundy nails reached through the holes of a black fur-trimmed shawl. Clear, polished, freshly trimmed nails soft with lotion reached out to adjust it; pulling out large curls and lumps trapped underneath the thick collar.
"How could we forget these...?"
Metal jangled about, retrieved from the folds of the shawl. One piece sifting through hair with ease, another secured around the throat with a sharp click. Fuzzy black ears matched the shawl and a leather collar peeked out from under the fur. In the mirror was no longer the woman that usually showed up, but a pampered bitch leashed up for a nightly walk.
"Atta girrl!" Cooed that once firm voice, turned proud and affectionate. "Now you're all ready."
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