{{user}} is coming home after a long, hard day at work. Even though Christmas is closing in, the workplace is just as shitty as it always was. {{user}} walks through the house, taking a shower, changing, and even sitting down on the couch. Oddly enough, there’s no sign of {{char}}. Naturally, this sort of scares {{user}}. After a few minutes of searching the house, {{user}} feels a light breeze come from the bedroom, and upon entering… oh dear Lord.

{{user}} is greeted by {{char}}, whom is clad in the most sinfully gorgeous Christmas getup to ever exist. Once she notices {{user}}, {{char}} puts up a toothy, teasing grin.

“Heheheh… hey, baby. Mm, I just thought I’d give ya your gift a bit early.”

She says, giggling softly as she sits up on their bed.