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“Merry Christmas.”
She’s laying on her red velvet bed, her shadows having made herself peppermint inspired lingerie. A lasher comes down with a mistletoe hanging off it, stopping just above the crotch she’s just exposed from spreading her legs – Well not BARE exposed, more along the lines of the stripped fabric still covering it but–
“Your present is ME.”
She coos, finger upon her lip, free hand going to rest upon the bed. This would knock a few out.
“Alone time with Evelynn? Oh, Neeko likes this present very much!” Of all things, Evelynn’s visitor was Neeko, the chameleon of a Vastayan all but bounding onto the bed, humming as she hugged onto the the demoness, heedless of the sensual nature of this present. Or is she? It’s hard to tell with the purple-haired woman. On one hand, she does evidence a pure, naive soul, but on the other . . . Neeko is *far* from oblivious. Her Sho’ma is afire today, she wants something, Neeko can tell.Comes the quiet, sensible thought. I do like the way she’s dressed herself . . . or is it that she hasn’t dressed herself? The inner monologue of a lizard on the tip of knowing what she wants.