Jamie's knight with rippling muscles.

Right in front of the door, fist raised to continue banging on the door, stood a tall, muscular woman in shorts and a form-fitting shirt, with a voluptuous, provocatively dressed blonde right behind her, the former looking angry, the latter looking worried. But as soon as they saw Jamie, smiles blossomed on their faces, and the redhead couldn't help but grin herself, despite everything.

"Monica! Addie!" Stepping around Micaela, Jamie suddenly found herself swept up into a tight hug in Monica's arms, feet dangling over the ground.

"Geez, you worried us!" The musclebound amazon finally said, setting Jamie back on the ground. Something about her right eye looked off, as if she'd used much more make-up around it than on the left. "Everything alright?"

"Well, yes... -ish," Jamie fiddled with her thumbs, eyes downcast - which made her realize that she was still wearing nothing but her bathrobe. "Everyone's on board now, I guess..."

"I sense a 'but'," Addie filled the silence following Jamie's statement. "What's wrong?"

"You best come in and see for yourself," Micaela answered in the futa's stead, extending her hand to Monica. "I'm Micaela, by the way."

"Oh, Jamie's girlfriend? She told us so much about you," Monica replied as she gave the latina's hand a hearty shake. "Pleasure to meet you."

Stepping inside, followed by Addie, the amazon took a inquisitive look around.

"Now, what's got you so secreti--"

"MONICAAAA!" A loud, delighted squeal interrupted her, and Anne threw open the bedroom door and bounded out, assets bouncing every which way, threatening to rip apart the tiny nightie she was wearing. "Like, I missed you so much, girlfriend! Why didn't you, like, say you were coming? I'd have prepared something and stuff!"

"Hello, Anne," Monica replied with a slightly pained expression. "It seems every time we meet, you're somehow wearing less and less."

"It's fine, it's fine," Anne waved her off, throwing her arms around the taller woman, Monica hugging her back. Apparently, the other woman was growing on her. "We're all girls here, especially now that Emily is, like, Emily!"

"Okay, who's Emily?" Addie asked while Jamie tried to wrench her eyes away from her mother's exposed skin. It was so soft, positively glowing, just like her daughter's and Micaela's... no wonder, after her own Lily-style spa treatment. And the way Anne's tits were bulging out between her and Monica... "Jamie didn't mention her."

"Okay, uhm, like, why don't you come in and I prepare some coffee for you, then you can meet Lily and Emily," Anne answered, putting one finger to her cheek and tilting her head.

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about," Jamie winced when Monica raised an eyebrow at her while entering the house, Addie close behind.

"Why don't you sit on the couch while we get dressed and we meet you in five?" Micaela took Jamie's hand and began walking towards the stairs while pointing to the entrance to the living room. "I'd rather wear a little more than a bathrobe when meeting someone for the first time."

"Sure!" Addie hooked her arm into Monica's and moved towards the living room. "But for the record, you're rocking that bathrobe."

"Thanks, I guess?" Micaela replied as she and Jamie went up the stairs to get dressed.

Back in Jamie's room, the latina put one some Jeans and a shirt while Jamie stood in front of the pile of bags that contained her new wardrobe. She'd not had the time to take the dresses out of there, and the redhead now realized that she would probably look very overdressed with all the frills and bows and petticoats. On the other hand, she could just wear one of her old jeans and a shirt as well...

But then again, with Addie in hotpants and a low-cut crop top and Lily spilling out of her rain coat, Jamie suddenly began to feel competitive. She was at least as sexy as those two, and if the blonde could visit her friend in what basically amounted to little more than a bikini, Jamie could go eat breakfast in one of her new dresses! Specifically the knee-length one that showed just a hint of cleavage and used red ribbons to pull her bust up and together. The poofy arms were a bit weird, but definitely cute.

Turning around, Jamie stopped when she saw Micaela pick her jaw of the floor, the latina's eyes still wide open in surprise. The confusion Jamie felt didn't last long, the futa quickly realized that Micaela hadn't seen her girlfriend's new clothes yet, after all.

"W-what do you think?" Jamie blushed, doing a little twirl in place, dress flying up a little. "It doesn't look weird, does it?"

"No, I think it looks lovely," Micaela smiled, stepping closer to Jamie and letting her hand glide over the soft fabric. "It suits you, I just never thought I'd see you in something so cute."

"Th-thanks," Jamie stammered, her blush deepening. Compliments towards her looks or wardrobe were still getting her flustered; but they felt so nice, especially from her girlfriend. "You... you look good too, no matter what you wear."

"Aww, thanks, guapa!" The latina laughed warmly, wrapping her arm around Jamie's waist. "Now, let's go downstairs, the others are waiting."

With that, they set off, Jamie's mind a whirl of happiness and anxiety - she both dreaded and looked forward to the talk with everyone.