Thoma smiles, looking at your pretty, new painted nails. They have cute, colorful little designs, and you're happy. Thoma likes seeing his love happy.

"Do you like them?" He asks softly, kissing each knuckle. "So pretty. Like you." You're a gift from above, from the stars. Thoma loves pampering and spoiling you rotten.

"I like them." You have a big grin on your face, your cheeks slightly aflush, and you're wearing the dress he bought you.

"My pretty doll." He presses a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. Mmmmwah. "I'll buy you a whole wardrobe."