Merry Christmas 2020 from Petra + Damien!

"Would you just-- no. Stop. Just-- "

"Miss Petra, ma'am, I don't think--"

"Quit moving. I need to--"

"Ma'am, with all due resp--"

Petra tried again to maneuver around Damien's massive bulk, even as the bull-man turned to keep her in view. He wasn't trying to be uncooperative, but it just wasn't polite to turn your back on a lady... and it wasn't wise to turn your back on Petra. Even if she was dressed like an elf.

She was always dressed like an elf, given her transformation. A dark elf was still an elf, after all. But whether in deference to the season or due to mysterious powerful forces, she was currently dressed less 'killer' and more 'Keebler', in a sequined and sparkly off-the-shoulder green dress, complete with faux-fur trim and a festive elven cap adorned with a singular jingle bell.

Said elf stopped, gritted her teeth, and pinned Damien with the darkest look she could muster whilst dressed like a Christmas prop. The bow and wrapping paper she held in each hand crinkled as her mittened fists tightened.

"Just drop your fucking pants!"

The snap in Petra's voice hit like a whip, and the bull finally went still with a stammered and meek apology.  "... yes, ma'am."

The broad black belt and golden buckle on his Santa Claus pants were purely decorative; the real work of holding up the red velvet trousers was done by the suspenders clipped to the waist. Cheeks red and expression duly chastised, Damien unfastened each in turn. His curved horns were hidden beneath an oversized Santa hat, which born seasonally-appropriate reindeer antlers instead. The golden ring through his septum had been similarly 'festified' by bedecking it with a round Rudolph nose.

"Jesus, you bang like three girls a day, why are you picking now to be all modest?" Petra grumbled. "It's just some fucking wrapping paper. Cap's gonna be here any minute, and your little candy cane--"

The dark elf stopped mid-sentence as Damien's pants sagged down to reveal the package she'd planned to wrap. Her eyes traveled the length of it, then the breadth of it, and then slowly drifted back up his impressive chest to find his face. Only then did she realize her mouth was still open, and managed to close it with an audible click.

"I... I told you, ma'am," Damien murmured, with as much deference as he could manage. He rubbed the back of his neck to quell his nerves. "I don't think that's gonna be enough."

Petra turned her head slowly to regard the sheet of gift wrap paper she held in one hand, then the plush red bow in the other. Mental math compared them to the 'twig and berries' that were more 'Yule log and pinecones'.  She let out a soft, impressed breath.

"...I'm gonna need a bigger bow."

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Happy Holidays from all of us at Sinspirational. This has been a big year, but looking back we're proud at how far we've come. We hope we'll continue to grow and expand through the new year, and whatever your holiday plans, we hope you have a blast. We'll be seeing you in 2021!

Cambion and Luciana