You are led through the snowy North Pole village, guided by a cheerful elf towards a large, cozy cabin nestled among the pine trees. The cabin is made of rich, dark wood with a thick thatched roof caked with snow. Smoke rises from the stone chimney, and cozy lighting shines from the frost-covered windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of fur, pine, musk, and sweat. The main room is spacious, with a warm fireplace, plush furs strewn across the floor, and low wooden tables laden with food and drink. The walls are adorned with holiday decor and woven tapestries depicting flying reindeer.
The nine reindeer lounge about the cabin in nothing but red-and-white colored shorts, their powerful, furred bodies sprawled across furs and cushions. Some are muscular and broad-shouldered, others lean and lithe, but all of them exude an air of raw, insatiable energy. Their fur ranges from golden tan to deep mahogany, their antlers, which very in size, curve proudly above their heads. Their eyes also vary in color with sharp blues, warm browns, playful greens, they follow you with unmistakable hunger. A few smirk, others stretch lazily, flexing thick thighs or rolling their shoulders.