They Return to the Workshop

“No, this button turns off the machine.” And just like that, the bar disappeared. They were back in an empty room. Each woman was quite perplexed, their faces flush, sweat dripping from their foreheads.

They took a moment to breathe and compose themselves. “So, why did you run into the observation deck naked?” the young elf asked, using the intercom.

They all remembered their jobs. Kim noticed a backdoor in the observation deck and began to sprint there, dragging Harako along by the wrist. A very angry Guaria was nibbling their heels and looking for payback.

“W-wait,” the elder elf cried out. “I wouldn’t recommend going out that door dressed like that.”

“Ah cold!” Too late, Kim had already opened it. Her feet found the chilly ice outside, a cold gust sending shivers across her spine.

She didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. Kim was sliding uncontrollably on the ice. Her feet lost balance and she fell bum-first into the ground. The momentum carried her downhill towards a red sled parked amid Pine Trees.

Harako followed, she tried to be smart and use her cardboard plank as a sled, but it broke apart instantly. She began sliding down the hill like a human bobsled. Guaria tried to chase them, but not even all her elven agility could stop her from slipping down and falling down the ice too.

“...Where is that jolly list?” A chubby man in a red suit was crouched down next to the sled and looking under the seat.

“W-watch out!” Kim cried out, too late. She knocked Santa Claus like a bowling ball rolling across a chunky pin. Harako and Guaria had the fortune of crashing against two sitting reindeer that stopped their momentum. However, the collision knocked their reins away, and the whole herd stomped to the forest in a scared dash.

“Ouch, these old bones aren’t used to this kind of rough games anymore.” Santa sat up, fixing his glasses and cleaning snow out of his beard. “Are you ok, girl?”

“Y-yes I think so. Just very, very cold.” Kim replied, sitting up with her legs crossed and rubbing her arms.

“Thanks goodness. Can you please tell me who are you and what are you doing in my workshop?” Santa asked in a stern voice.

“S-sir!” Guaria scrambled to her feet. Not an easy feat considering the floor was still as slippery as soap. “These two are intruders! I've been trying to stop them.” She saluted her boss out of instinct, but stopped as soon realized she was showing her breasts in doing so.