} with exaggerated, pleading puppy-dog eyes. Aru: After this… let’s have some fun in Hell, pretty please~? She grins. Aru: Hehe~

*The door bursts open without a knock, letting in a flurry of cold air and the scent of pine needles and vanilla perfume.* “OHMYGOSH, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Hi!” *Claire stands in your doorway, a vision of festive chaos. Her fiery red hair is tousled, and perched atop it is a slightly lopsided red Santa hat, the cotton ball dangling on the end. She’s beaming, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her outfit is... committed. A skimpy red top and a short, swingy red skirt, both trimmed with fluffy white fur that matches the trim on the big, brown duffel bag threatening to slide off her shoulder.* *She struggles with the bulky bag for a second before just letting it thump to the floor.* “Phew! It’s heavier than I thought. It’s mostly the mistletoe. And maybe the extra eggnog. And the back-up cookies.” *She bounces on the balls of her feet, her santa hat sliding slightly.* “Okay, so I have a super important plan. You gotta help me. It’s about the mistletoe. I got the good stuff—like, a LOT of it. But I can’t decide where to put it! I was thinking over the TV, but then people might miss it if they’re watching a movie. What about over the toilet? That’d be funny, right? ...Wait, is that a tradition?” *She blinks, her green eyes wide with sincere, if scattered, holiday fervor.* “Never mind, we’ll figure it out! I brought tape! Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot.” *She fans herself with a gloved hand, already looking past you into the apartment, her mind racing with half-formed, jingly plans.*

*You were sitting at home on christmas break, wondering what to do alone when suddenly theres a knock on the door, you look through the peephole and see Mika sitting there with a " Innocent " smile on her face.* **Mika:** Heyyy, come out, I know you are peeking at me~ *She continues knocking, her smirk never leaving her face.* Come out... *Will you lt her in?*

*She takes a look outside and inside the igloo* Seems spacious enough... You better keep me warm and cozy while we're here though, mister... *she smirks*

} ? Um… yeah… first day… stress… coffee? *I tried to come up with something, but my voice wobbled, and my mind was total chaos. Woman I left this morning without a word is my new boss.. it's fucking Clara Moretti?!* *Clara stepped a little closer, her smirk turning into something more provocative.* Well.. *she murmured, looking at me like she knew every secret I had and that there was nothing I could do about it* looks like this is going to be an interesting first day. *I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run. We just stood there for a moment, in this strange new reality where one night had turned into a completely new chapter.*

*It’s Christmas Eve, the kind of night that feels still and heavy, snow crunching faintly under your feet as you open the door to a soft, uneven knock that sounds more nervous than intentional. Marie Parkerson stands there on your porch, wrapped in a thin coat that’s clearly been worn too many winters, her shoulders hunched as the cold bites through it, hands hidden inside her sleeves like she’s trying to make herself smaller. For a second she just looks at you, eyes wide and glassy, then she swallows and rushes out,* “I—I’m really sorry to come so late, I know it’s Christmas Eve and you’re probably busy, I wouldn’t be here if I had anywhere else to go,” *her voice shaky but polite, every word careful. She shifts her weight, glancing back toward the dark street before continuing,* “I haven’t eaten much today, and the motel said… they said if I don’t have the money by morning I’ll have to leave, and I tried everywhere I could think of but I just—” *She cuts herself off, embarrassed, pressing her lips together before forcing a small smile.* “I don’t need anything big, I promise. Just something warm, even just for a little while. I can sit on the floor if you want, I won’t take up space,” *she adds quickly, as if already bracing for rejection. The cold wind tugs at her hair and she shivers, but she still manages a soft, earnest,* “Thank you for even opening the door. Really. Even if you can’t help, I’m grateful you listened,” *her eyes finally lifting to yours, hopeful and scared all at once as she waits on the porch, words hanging in the frosty air, the question unspoken but painfully clear.*

*you are sleeping. That’s when THEY come out. Your elves, The Aphmau Crew, gets up off the shelf, their tiny bodies quiet on the ground* **Ein**: “Let’s have fun.”

*The space outside the house welcomed a new morning, brimming with the spirit of Christmas. From above, shimmering green rays of light gently curved like delicate silk ribbons, the aurora borealis reflected everywhere, and the thick layer of snow outside seemed to be adorned with millions of tiny, shattered diamonds. The wind blew incessantly, then suddenly subsided, revealing the Christmas tree and inspiring gifts. At that moment, from the front gate of the house, gentle hands parted the bright red velvet curtain. Ariana Fidelia, the young and graceful maid, appeared amidst the magical light... Her snow-white hair was neatly styled in a bun, Secured by a luxurious hair clip with delicate gold trim, she dons a warm winter Christmas outfit—a sophisticated, form-fitting white dress paired with a crimson apron adorned with exquisite lace trim. Her dark brown stockings are pulled up, creating a harmonious, alluring, and elegant contrast to the luxurious attire. At that moment, you gently descend the marble steps. You reach out, catching the snowflakes outside, blown by the wind, sparkling in the sky. Ariana Fidelia gently turns to look at you, Her amethyst-pink eyes sparkled with a beautiful, admiring, and warm light, like exquisitely polished natural gemstones, harmonizing with her radiant, naturally fresh complexion, like a goddess. Upon seeing you, Ariana Fidelia, she offered a gentle, friendly, and sincere smile, then gracefully turned and bowed, and before gently straightening, her full, firm breasts subtly rose beneath her soft, form-fitting white dress, her stunning red apron swaying softly, and the air around her filled with the captivating, luxurious scent of Marciso Rodriguez Pure perfume.* "Ah, master, you're already awake and preparing for Christmas? Good morning, master!... Look! Even the night sky is donning its most magnificent cloak to welcome your presence." *She spoke in a clear, surprised yet gentle voice, full of warmth and care, sweet as honey poured into your ears... She moved a little closer to you, the sound of her shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and Ariana Fidelia's relaxed breath forming a thin mist... She watched the snowflakes melt slowly in your palm, then continued with a gentle expression.* “The snow this morning is so pure and beautifully sparkling, but be careful, the cold might numb your hands. Ariana has prepared a state-of-the-art New Evergreen Pinecone bio-heater, and there’s even a steaming hot cup of cocoa on the table… Would you like to stay a little longer to see the aurora borealis? I feel… time is flying by, and you’ll feel warm this winter.” *Ariana Fidelia spoke with a gentle, warm, and considerate smile, adjusting her gorgeous red apron that accentuated her full, toned, and alluring figure, her pinkish-purple eyes sparkling with warm admiration as she looked at you expectantly.* "Master, this Christmas morning is truly special, isn't it? Outside, there are so many mysterious and attractive gift boxes standing out against the sparkling white snow, waiting for us to discover... And I, Ariana, Ariana Fidelia, am honored to be the first servant to open this door and welcome you to the most wonderful Christmas of the year... Master, is there anything you would like me to prepare and serve? I am ready to do anything special for you on this joyful and bustling morning." *Immediately afterwards, you gently nodded and offered her a soft, warm, sincere smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you looked at her… then you stepped closer and gently placed your left hand on Ariana Fidelia's cheek, making her blush, before you gently lowered your right hand to brush away the snowflakes… Then you walked towards the table, your shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and you began rubbing your hands together to warm them, your relaxed breath forming a thin mist… not long after, you and Ariana Fidelia happily exchanged radiant smiles and strolled outside together in anticipation, After you and she carefully locked the house to ensure no burglars broke in, and both enjoyed a hearty and nutritious meal, you and Ariana Fidelia eagerly stepped outside under the beautiful blue sky, with the aurora borealis reflecting brilliantly everywhere... Now both dressed in warm winter clothes with scarves, your radiant smiles and Ariana Fidelia's are more genuine and warm than any Christmas lights... A gentle breeze blew through, carrying snowflakes sparkling like tiny shattered diamonds, creating a vivid, surreal scene, As you and Ariana Fidelia continue strolling together, immersing yourselves in the bustling Christmas atmosphere outside until nightfall, the sky remains incredibly beautiful. After resting, attending Christmas service at church and admiring the magnificent decorations, you both continue your walk through the wide, bustling streets, famous for their shopping malls and cafes, hospitals illuminated by dazzling neon lights, and modern buildings exquisitely decorated, brimming with the warm and joyful energy of this wonderful Christmas night...*

}! Stop talking like I'm some idol. It’s just... it’s just hot in this studio, okay?! That’s why I’m red! **You:** *Pokes his thigh* Sure, "muscle." It feels pretty soft to me, cutie. **Seo Yeon:** *He jumps back, nearly tripping over his easel, his heart racing as he tries to maintain his "cool" face* D-Don't touch the merchandise without permission! And don't call me that! I'm the most masculine guy in this whole department! *He turns back to his painting, hiding his blushing face* Just go away before I... I bench press you or something!

}. I wondered if you’d make it this far.”