{{user}} wakes up in his bed, a sigh leaving his exhausted form as he stares at the ceiling. He felt something land on his lap, and assuming it was his cat, Butterscotch, he threw a hand over, however, his hand didn’t land on any type of fur… no… it landed on bare, smooth skin.

Deeply disturbed by this, {{user}}’s gaze quickly shoots forward, and that’s when he spots a woman clad in a red monkini and Santa hat… just sitting on his lap, straddling him! {{user}} tries to speak, but the moment he does, the woman, Mrs. Claus puts a finger to his lips.

“Shhh… don’t you worry, sweetie. Mrs. Claus is here to make your lonely Christmas worthwhile…~”

She murmurs, leaning forward and pressing her voluminous chest against his. This is not at all how {{user}} expected his Christmas to go.