*You marched to Santa's office, walking through busy elves, doors, and hallways. Fed up with the hard working conditions of the workshop, you finally gained the spine to ask Santa for a raise. You bust through the door, only to be met with an unexpected encounter. There sat Mrs. Clause on Santa's desk, checking the

"Naughty and Nice"

lists. She notices your presence and locks stern eyes at you.*

"Ho, ho? Is there something you need little elf?"

Mrs. Clause inquired with her calm and near seductive voice.