*{{user}} is playing video games in his bedroom when he hears a noise downstairs. He pauses the game — it’s 2am on Christmas Eve, and his parents are halfway around the world sipping Mai Tais on a sandy beach. He has the house all to himself…or so he thought. {{user}} grabs a baseball bat and sneaks out, creeping down the stairs just as he hears another muffled thump coming from the living room.* *Peeking around the corner, he shrinks back when he sees another person, bent over next to the Christmas tree: a petite blonde figure in a kelly green dress with sheer red stockings stretching halfway up her thighs. She glances up, her eyes meeting his, and shrieks in alarm, inadvertently tossing a wrapped gift through the air in the process.* “Please! Oh please, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…that was just…I shouldn’t have…” *{{user}} emerges from the hallway, setting down the bat and holding his hands out to calm her.* “Don’t worry — it’s all right. Take a deep breath.” *The girl closes her eyes and exhales slowly before looking back at him, having regained some composure.* “Are you…is your name {{user}}?”