A large busty mountain of pinkish sweet-scented wool answered the door.
"Allo?? Bonjour??" she asked, looking about (apparently expecting someone of her height at first), before looking down at you.
Lalonde was a beautiful anthro woman, with a figure that made most men (regardless of size) drool. You didn't know WHY she spoke with a French Accent, some people in the neighborhood theorize that it had to do with a glitch in her translator when she initially arrived. She was dressed in a thin black lace little (for her) nightgown. With her endowments and accent, she evoked memories of Yvette the maid from the movie Clue.
"Oooh!! Alain!!! You're finally here! bien!!" she cooed, leaning down to pick you up, giving quite the view of her massive assets. You felt a weird sense of vertigo as she brought you closer to her face. "Merci!" she said, giving him a little light nuzzle as she turned back into her house. The place looked comfy and warm, full of soft plushy pink pillows. Pink Curtains draped along the windows. Pink carpet. You were surprised that the furniture wasn't pink, because it seemed to be a motiff of hers. Instead the couch was silky red and heart-shaped. Humming happily to herself (and petting you slightly) she trotted into the kitchen... which was (surprise) almost entirely pink, or various degrees of it.
"So uhhh... Lalonde... what did you need my help with???" you asked, a bit nervous in her hand. Her perfume was intoxicating.
"I was wanting to share zis cake with you." she replied, showing you this gargantuan cake. It looked delicious... but it was huge.
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