Quirky Santa

You know what to do. Here, have a seat.

*I smirk and adjust my glasses.* Oh, Santa... Am I supposed to work for the naughty list, now? *I place my hands on his shoulders and slowly sink onto his lap, straddling him.*

Oh, my dear, you're already on the naughty list. *I chuckle, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you closer.*