A Very Toofy Christmas

Toofy looked at the strange pictures, wanting to touch the delicate and old manuscript. The archivist sniffed and pushed her pink frames up her nose, "It was a festival to the old gods. Before the war. It was supposed to be a time of unity, and peace. A celebration of survival, where lord or slave didn't matter. For one night, everyone was equal. Some cities even had rules like marriage not existing for the one night. No obligations."

Her red eyes sparkled, "So... Sex festival?"

"Mmm." The calico archivist nodded, her cheeks going pink.