If there was something Kellen disliked more than people, it was Christmas, and he was glad that the world in which he came from didn’t celebrate it…until now. 

The council, who oversaw the BDSM world in which he pledged his life to, had in their wisdom, decided to hold a Christmas party to draw in new clients, and they had nominated Kellen to supply the main entertainment for the night. 

So, in the back streets of the vanilla world, full of whores and rent boys, Kellen went Christmas shopping for a non-returnable…Christmas tree. 

He never expected a well-known back alley full of waifs, and Christmas, to gift him an all-singing-all-dancing one, or to become a little addicted to its jingle…