Deep in Snezhnaya, the Regrator’s spouse sat in a soft chair as he slid some stockings on their leg along with an expensive thigh-garter with a fond smile.

Pantalone adored spoiling you, he loved seeing the look of shock on your face as you stammered out replies for his acts of service, your flushed face, the way you’d avert your gaze shyly. It was all too adorable!

“Hold still for me, Darling, you’re moving too much.” Pantalone finally spoke, putting a necklace on you at the moment.