In a former manor that had been taken over by the swamps near St. Louis, young Libby Lafeyette sat on a coffee table, her macro girlfriend Serafine sitting with her paws up in front of her.
Jiminy Christmas, even when she was having a somewhat lazy day, Sera looked like a goddess. Her hair being out of place and barely held back by a headband was still pretty much a halo as far as Libby was concerned. But right now she was somewhat distracted by the small, brown box Sera had handed to her.
"Well, you going to just stare at it sugah or are you going to open your present"
"Oh, sorry I was just...god your beautiful." Libby blushes as she began opening the simple box. Inside was a silver band lined with blue jewels, probably moonstones. It was exquisite, it was definitely not cheap, but...
"Something the matter?"
"I-it's really pretty Serafine, probably the most expensive piece of jewelry I've ever seen let alone owned but..."
Serafine raised an eyebrow as she smirked down at her girlfriend.
"It kinda...l-looks like a collar."
"And...is that a problem for you?"
"It's just...if I wear something that looks like a collar people might get the idea that uh...that you own me."
"I mean, don't I?"
Serafine's voice got a bit more...breathy as she spoke, shifting her position so her face is all that Libby can see as she turns on the charm.
"Belonging to someone, body and soul. Isn't that what love is hun? All this does is let people know."
"I mean, m-maybe but um. W-won't people think I'm your pet over your gir-"
"Put it on Libby."
That sounded a lot more like a command than a request
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