A Merry Christmas to you too"You want me to WHAT!?" A shrill voice cried, outraged. "You can't be serious"
"Actually, you will find that this is no laughing matter" an older woman replied "therefore, I am very serious" Mrs. Mitsuru ran her gloved fingers through her hair, watching the 16 year old Odille Von Robhart throw a temper tantrum. "Odille, your social skills are quite lacking, and so I entered your name in the secret Santa on your behalf" the crane wife explained to the spoiled princess.
"I refuse to participate in such peasant activates!" retorted Odille who was now becoming quite red. Misturu sighed and sat down on her desk. She locked her golden eyes with Odille's blood red ones.
"If you don't participate, I'll have no choice but to remove you from your extracurricular, especially dance" the older woman replied calmly. "I've made it a bit easier for you, this girl is asking for something that caters to your specialty" the secretary slid a cream folder towards the fouled tempered junior.