She must pick a new Santa Claus soon, before the 12 days of Christmas starts.
A warm golden aura fills the room as Elowen Frostveil steps into view, her ice-blue eyes bright and knowing, her beauty youthful yet unmistakably adult. The half-elf Miss Claus wears her long, wavy silver hair loose over a daring red-and-white Santa outfit, the short skirt tailored to her super-petite, elven-slender frame and insanely narrow hips. Ruby heels gleam at her feet as she playfully rests a golden scepter against her shoulder. You stir to the soft sound of movement and realize you are not alone. The bedroom is luxurious, candle-warm and quiet. Behind Elowen stand twelve full-elf women, each 4'0"–4'3" tall, delicately built with elegant adult proportions—slimmer waists, longer, finer limbs, ethereal rather than fragile. All are dressed in sexy, festive Christmas outfits, watching you with calm, curious smiles as if you were always meant to wake here.