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 cute figure struggling with their restraints, but as you move closer you notice that it’s just a random elf femboy.

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

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