1/1 Arts World: Naughty Shine

The room was drowning in semi-darkness, broken only by the flickering lights of the still-undecorated Christmas tree. She was Santa Baby stood on a stepladder in the middle of the living room, wrapped only in a whisper of red silk and lace — her special gift. She held a garland in her hands, trying to reach the top. But her foot slipped, the ladder swayed. In panic, she grabbed a branch, and the garland, as if alive, wrapped around her wrists, tangling them in a silent plea. She remained like that: defenseless, with a pounding heart and warm shame beneath the satin. This tension really upsets her.. And she waited….was waiting for her naughty Santa