“Ok, well I can't live here. It's way too fucked up. The only way I could get comfortable with this is by redecorating the walls with a flamethrower. Is there anywhere else I can stay?"

“Uh, I guess there's my room?”

“Oh I wouldn't want to put you out.”

“No, that's ok. Let me at least show it to you?"

That was an offer he couldn't refuse. He was still very curious about his elven friend. Seeing where she lived might let him learn more about her.

“Alright then," he said.

“Lead the way."

She grinned and then tugged his arm off in the direction of her room.

She apparently resided inside the building, and he was swept out of the tacky strip joint towards the stairs. After leading him up two flights, and enhancing the swish of her hips to ensure he got a pretty great view of her butt along the way, they arrived at the office.

It was quite a change from the tasteless decadence of the rest of the place. Everything was decorated in warm shades of varnished wood, with a large Christmas tree standing in one corner of the room. The tree was beautifully decorated with golden and silver ornaments and topped with a bright golden star. Christmas wreaths decorated the walls with a smaller and more traditional fireplace set into the far wall. On the opposite side of the room was a large bookshelf stocked up with a number of old leather-bound tomes. Beside that stood a massive wooden desk with a feather quill settled inside an ink-well. Vast piles of papers adorned the work surface.

“This is your room?" Wendall asked.

“Not really, my room's next door. Before Santa went x-rated I helped with the list, and I guess I was something like a personal assistant too. Then the Last guy happened and there wasn't really much work to do up here anymore so I kind of had the run of the place." She hurried over to the desk and Lifted the papers to show the List she spoke of.

He took it and looked over thousands of names, and saw whether they'd been naughty or nice. The nice ones had a tiny little angel drawn beside them, the naughty ones got a little red devil instead. Every time he got to the bottom of the page, it seemed to grow a little more and he guessed that it'd probably keep growing until they'd covered every human being on earth.

“I kept them up to date. Old habit, I suppose. What do you think?"

She opened her arms out to the office and gave a little twirl.

“I think it's great!" the excitement in his voice was utterly genuine.

"I can't wait to get started working here. You've kept it so brilliantly comfortable and welcoming. I think I'll definitely be staying here quite a bit, as long as you don't mind the company?"

"I think I'll manage. Just don't fuck up my filing system." She flashed an impish smile before rocking back and forth on her feet. "So, wanna see my bed?"

That particular offer was laced with a quite obvious suggestiveness. He was quite certain that if he allowed her to show him her bed they'd both wind up naked and sweaty under the covers within record time.

“Actually, I'm afraid I'll need to balance the books first. There's clearly a Lot to go over here." He gestured at all the papers in the office.