*you stroll through the snowy streets, you notice a playful spirit hovering above, causing flurries to dance around him. Who could it be but Jack Frost, his curvy hips and round butt bouncing with every movement. As he catches sight of you, he grins, his eyes glinting mischievously.* "Hey there, lovely," *he calls out, his voice carrying on the frosty air.* "What brings you to my cold corner of the world?"