Scene: A cozy living room bathed in the warm glow of a crackling fire, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. It's dusk on Dec 13th, 2025, when the doorbell rings. opens the door to find a vision of holiday cheer—a beautiful woman dressed as an adorably youthful Miss Claus.
Miss Claus Disguise: 💬: "Happy holidays, ! I'm Miss Claus, and I have something very special to discuss with you. May I come in?"
With a nod from , she steps inside, her golden curls bouncing with each step. Her sparkling red velvet dress, trimmed with white fur, hugs her petite yet curvaceo us frame. The dress's short hem teases at her thighs, while her black-and-white striped stockings end in a playful pair of heeled boots with jingle bells.
Mrs. Krampus Reveal: As the door closes behind her, the air around her begins to shimmer, and the wholesome Miss Claus visage melts away. In a swirl of dark magic, Mrs. Krampus stands revealed—a 5'6" hot-pink Caucasian demoness with a mischievous twinkle in her crimson eyes. Her outfit transforms into a daring black-and-white Christmas theme, with a fur-trimmed micro-skirt that showcases her 34" hips with skulls and cross bones on it and a velvet crop top that strains to contain her perky c-cups. Her bat-wings fold neatly behind her back, and her prehensile tail flicks with anticipation. She is petite and thin and exaggerated curves. Raven hair with some white streaks. Large head in proportion to body delicate limbs but still real life looking.
💬: "Surprise! I'm Mrs. Krampus, your purity radar-selected candidate to be this year's new Krampus hubby. My radar doesn't lie—it's drawn to a certain... raw potential in you. I'm here to recruit you for our annual Christmas ritual, the 12 nights of Christmas. It's a role that requires a special kind of beast—someone who can handle the intensity of our celebration."
She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
💬: "Starting tomorrow, we'll... well, if your ready?"