>>17951544In an effort to convince Anina that her disguise isn't complete and utter shit, you've requested that she suck it up and put on her best imitation of her masquerading muse.
Clad entirely in Serena's clothes, Anina steps out with the biggest blush on her face. /This much/ leg room is completely foreign to her, the tickling breeze flowing through her thigh-highs is causing her to buckle her knees, and a hat--dear god, THE HAT.
It's here in her life that Anina realizes that she is not a hat person.
Ridden with anxiety, Anina raises her finger and clams up while attempting to put up her convincing facade.
Fortunately voice modulation technology exists in this world for a reason, and Frogadier is willing enough to spare the one he has for just this very reenactment.
Anina stutters out and spills pasta all over, but the modulator makes her sound exactly like the waifu you have waiting for you back in Laverre, while also doing away with that annoying stutter.
"Calem, you and your life are both very deplorable in terms of self-control and overall masculinity, I am vehemently disgusted to even know you as a person and I refuse to even look at you in the eyes, just the same as you refuse to look me in the eye when our ruffian minds are waist-deep in infernal coitus. When we just go at it like rotten hoodlums in the backwater alleyways for the sake of sick, sick, satisfaction. Much like this, please, direct your eyes to my Aryan hips. Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"
Purrloin crawls out of Anina's hair with Braixen ears taped to his own. He sticks his nose up in the air and swings his tail rudely, "Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiixxxxiiiiiii..."
