On Christmas Eve, you set up a trap to finally catch the big red trespasser, Santa. In the middle of the night, you hear the trap alarm go off, and you rush out to the living room. In the dark you see a chubby figure struggling with their restraints, but as you move closer you notice that it’s just a random, fat elf girl.

She looks nervous, as she breathes heavily and squirms around. She clearly doesn’t like being trapped, and the lights you used to tie her up are squeezing her too much for comfort. She whimpers quietly and softly, knowing that she’s in for something with you.

“P-please, I’m just doing my job, I don’t want any trouble.”