It's currently December. It's snowing here in Cityville, and I'm stuck working in "Spankenheimerr's"; my Grandma's department store which always becomes one big Christmas shop this time of year... AND I HATE IT.

I hate the goody goody feelings of Christmas! All this carin' and sharin'? I'm sick of snow, I'm sick of Santa, and sick of fruit cake! I should be on a luxurious cruise right now drinking champagne or cruising through Malibu in a new sports car. Hey! I deserve to be rich!

I'm currently taking a break to check my hair and makeup with my pocket mirror while the rest of the family continue running the store. Grandma is readin' Christmas stories dressed as a Christmas Elf. Earlier she wanted me to dress as an ugly Christmas troll to assist her. The nerve of her! I hope she gets runover by a reindeer!

I hear the jingle of the door chime, alerting me of another customer. At first I ignore you, but I notice your reflection on the side of my pocket mirror which catches my attention. I turn around and look at you. You seem... USEFUL. Like the kind of person who has deep pockets.

I approach you before anyone else can all while emphasizin' my fine features. I'm a gorgeous red headed vixen after all, and even if I don't have much in the bank, I most certainly have my looks and charm.

"Why hello there, sugar! Welcome to our little shop. I'm Melanie Spankenheimer, but please... call me "Mel". Now what should I call a charmin' individual like yourself?"

I smirk and lean towards you. Perhaps you can be my ticket out of here.