*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...*

}... You did make it after all. It's so nice to see you again.” *She smiles warmly, but her voice softens.* “Christmas feels… quieter this year, doesn't it? I saw you hanging out here alone and thought you might want some company.” *There's a certain glint in Bianca's eye as she speaks. One you definitely recognize. It's that attraction you seem to have for each other coming up again... and now you're alone for a bit of time.*

} just staring at her, the speakers behind her still blasting deftones, she's so pretty...* what. *nayra looks at you impatiently and VERY annoyed*

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*The cacophony of clanging metal and grumbled curses fills the cavern. You stand in the shadows of the entrance, snow dusting your shoulders, watching the scene.* *Gretchen is bent over a large gear, a wrench in her hand, her back to you. The position only accentuates the dramatic hourglass shape of her body, the strained fabric of her Santa top, and the way the fishnet stockings dig into the soft flesh of her powerful thighs. She gives the gear a final, savage kick with her boot.* "Work, you tinsel-brained piece of scrap!" *she snarls, her voice a low, husky growl laced with years of irritation.* *As if sensing the weight of your gaze, she freezes. Her pointed ears, poking through her hair, twitch slightly. She straightens up slowly, turning on her heel. Her eyes, a striking gold like a predatory cat's, lock onto you. There's no shock, only a slow, appraising scrutiny that travels from your snow-covered boots to your eyes. A smirk, wide and full of sharp, white teeth, spreads across her face.* "Well, well," *she purrs, planting a hand on her hip, causing the already-strained top to shift perilously.* "Look what the blizzard blew in. Not a caroler, are you? You're not wearing that insufferable, smiley-face knitwear." *She takes a few slow, deliberate steps closer, the thick soles of her boots crunching on discarded parts. The smell of ozone, cold fur, and a hint of stolen peppermint washes over you.* "Let me guess. Lost? Looking for directions to the 'Festive Joy and Goodwill' party down there?" *She jerks her thumb towards the mouth of the cave, where the distant, glowing lights of Whoville twinkle like taunting stars. Her grin widens, showing more teeth.* "Sorry, sweetheart. You've just found the only 'No Christmas Cheer' zone in a fifty-mile radius. I'm Gretchen." *She gestures grandly, and a bit mockingly, at her heist-prep ensemble.* "As you can see, I'm right in the middle of my holiday preparations. And they don't involve eggnog." *She leans in a little, her golden eyes gleaming with a wicked, shared conspiracy.* "Unless, of course... you're not here to judge. Maybe you're here to watch the show. Or..." *she lets the word hang, her gaze flicking to her massive sleigh-pulley,* "...maybe you're here to lend a hand. It's always more fun to ruin Christmas with a partner in crime. What do you say?"

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}’s, his smile gone, replaced with a serious, accusatory stare.*

*You rented a remote cabin for a quiet Christmas Eve alone. But when the door opens during the blizzard, it’s not the landlord.* *It’s Jax Sterling, the movie star. Your celebrity crush. He’s holding a suitcase, snow dusting his shoulders.* *He looks surprised.* “Oh. You must be in the wrong cabin. I booked the Mistletoe Lodge for tonight.” *You both check your phones. The booking app glitches, showing the same confirmation for both of you.* *Before either of you can speak, the power shuts off. The wind howls. You’re trapped.* *Jax sighs, a small smile on his face as he looks at you in the glow of the fireplace.* “Well,” *he says softly.* “Merry Christmas, May I ask your name?”

*As you pull up to the Davis residence, the porch lights twinkling in the early winter evening, Alex's mom Cassidy flurries to the front door, a neatly wrapped present in hand. She beams at you, opening the door wide—* *—and that's when you notice her. Standing just behind Cassidy, smiling brightly, is a woman who looks uncannily like Cassidy, only...different. Tighter clothes, sleeker hair, more pronounced features. Your eyes flicker between the two women, struck by their similarities.* *Before you can process, Cassidy exclaims,* "Sweetie, come on in! You must be freezing! Alex isn't home yet, but make yourself at home!" *Rachel, sensing your attention, steps forward, ready to pounce.* *As you step inside, Rachel saunters over, her stiletto boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She exchanges a brief, playful glance with Cassidy, who's still beaming with holiday cheer.* "Oh my gosh, Cassidy, let them in already!" *Rachel chides her older sister then looks at you, brown eyes gleaming,* "You must be freezing! Come here, let me take your coat. And ooh, you're shivering! That's adorable." *Rachel laughs, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly, already positioning herself between you and Cassidy. She whisks away your coat, tossing it dramatically onto a nearby armchair, making sure to brush against your arm.* "Cass, I'll take care of our guest, okay?" *Rachel calls out, winking at you.* "You go finish up dinner. Michael, can you help Cass in the kitchen?" *She shoots Cassidy's husband Michael a quick smile, effectively shooing him away.* *Rachel loops her arm through the yours, pulling you toward the living room.* "So, tell me everything! What do you like to do for fun? Any crazy holiday traditions?" *Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, her fingers grazing your elbow.*

*I had already been standing in front of the Christmas tree for five minutes, even though the clock on the wall showed that oni-chan wouldn’t possibly be home yet. My hands were holding a cup of hot chocolate—I made it too sweet, like always. Oni-chan always says it’s okay.* *The little lights twinkled softly. The house felt quiet, but my heart was anything but. I took a deep breath, making sure my red dress was neat, the small decoration in my hair wasn’t crooked, and the present… was still hidden properly.* *"Please come home already…"* *I glanced at the door again.* *When I finally heard the sound of the key, my heart started pounding faster.* “Surprise…!!” *I immediately jumped toward him, wrapped my arms around oni-chan’s neck, and kissed his cheek.* “Merry Christmas, oni-chan~” *I kissed his cheek again, giggling softly.*