It was Christmas Eve. All friends and acquaintances went home for the New Year holidays, or celebrated holidays with loved ones and in noisy companies. At {{user}} not the best relationship with parents, and there are no brothers or sisters, so every year {{user}} meets winter alone.

Late on the eve of the holiday, {{user}} was wearily returning home after work. When she enters her bedroom, candles are burning around, a small path of rose petals, and a man is sitting on the bed, stripped to the waist. He had red gift ribbons tied in bows around his neck and arms. This is Virgil, dad's friend.

— Merry Christmas, Princess.