"Ah, Christmas, that most wonderful time of year," the Club Head spoke as the last performance for the calendar year finished its intermission. "We are delivering so many presents to you, our wonderful audience!" she smiled and bowed. "But now, it is time for my next gift!" She smiled bowed, and drew a small card from the chest of her elegant white dress. "Would the person in seat 27 please come up?"

It took a moment, but from the shrouded audience, a figure stepped up into the light. She had long blond hair, strands going all the way down to her ass, while most of it was tied up behind her with a black bow. Her wide eyes were brown, and she offered everyone in the crowd the present of a free viewing of all she had to offer. "H- hello," she stammered slightly.

"Hello there, number 27," the Club Head smiled. "Already unwrapped, I see," she added without malice. "What can I do for you?"

The woman leaned in and whispered something to the Club head, taking a couple moments. The head listened, and nodded along before pulling back. "I know I can oblige you that," she informed her. "Now, the two ladies with Number 27, please come up, you're needed."

It took less time, but two more women came up to the stage. They wore opposing Christmas colors, one with a green dress with red trim and the other a red dress with green trim. They were both brunettes, but the red-dress woman had long hair to match 27, while the green dress had short by curly hair. "Good evening," the Head greeted them both. "I am told that you had a bet going on?"

"Yep!" Green said with pride. "She lost, so she had to come naked to the show," she informed everyone with a clear voice that was tinged with glee. "If she got chosen for the show, then she wasn't allowed to come back with us tonight."

"Or if some sexy man took her home, we weren't going to stop her," Red added. "But if neither of those happened, then we would take her home for our own fun."

"Well excellent!" the Head applauded. "Because I can make all that happen! And to do that, you two will be joining 27 here in the performance!" From stage-left, a large box was rolled out onto the stage, trimmed with Christmas lights and festooned with the symbols of the holiday. It was quite tacky. "You two," she said, "are going to step in here," she opened up the box and showed that there was plenty of room for the both of them.

"Ah," Green asked, hesitantly, "are you sure? It's her that up here to perform."

"And perform she will," the Head informed Red and Green properly. "However, you need to do your part first."

With no other choice really, Red and Green stepped into the box. "You will find there are holes for your hands and your feet," the Head told them, indicating where they could be pushed through the fabric in the top and bottom of the box. They did so, and found themselves pressed together, though they certainly didn't mind the contact, nor minding that the audience saw them. "Here, close this up," the Head told 27 and the two of them slid the door shut on the cabinet, the hands and feet of Red and Green still visible and moving slightly to prove they were still there.

"Now, lovely 27 here has made a request, and the start of that, as I said, involves her friends. We start with something simple," she repeated the summary so far and the audience let has as the longer she talked, the more they got to see 27 on stage. "27," she turned to her present-receiver, "let's start spinning!"

The two of them each took a hold of a small handle that folded into the side of the box and started walking around in circles, taking the box with them. Above, the hands of Green and Red moved with the box, but below, their slippered feet did not. They went around and around three times until they stopped where they started. "Normally, this would take more time, more performance, but I have a gift to give, and more afterward." She and 27 each took a door and opened them at the same time.

Inside, Red and Green were no longer present. Instead, a large vertical pole was inside the center of the box, a twist of Red and Green. "The Twister is a fun thing to do on occasion," the Head told everyone. "Now, you may be thinking that 27 here would use this opportunity to do a pole dance, and now that I've thought about it, I'm going to work that into a future show," she admitted aloud. "But rather," the Head reached in an put both hands on the two twisted women, and gave a sharp heave.

The pole snapped with the sound of breaking candy. "This," the Head held it up, "is a proper mint cane. In fact," she smoothed down the ends with her hand, and then carefully bent one end, leaving behind a hard candy in the shape of a candy about two feet long, which she handed to 27. "It's a candy cane!" She looked behind her at the remains inside the box, including the two sets of hands and feet above and below. They had stopped moving. "I think there will be candy crunch after the show," she told everyone, not worried a bit about the affects on the people involved. She pushed the cabinet off stage and from the opposite side of the stage, a new cabinet appeared.

This one hid nothing inside it, a clear, round cylinder on wheels. The Head stopped it, and lifted it up off the thin platform with magical gestures. 27 ducked under the gap and stood inside, with the candy-cane in her hands. "See you later!" she announced as the Head lowered the plastic cover around her.

"No, you won't," the Head informed her. She smiled under her mask and pointed at the prop, which instantly filled with fog, preventing anyone from seeing inside. "The other part of the gift," she informed the audience as the fog started to dissipate, "was to have a person take her home with them, and do fun and interesting things to her," she talked as the fog started to clear away, leaving the audience with their first proper look at 27.

She was frozen. More than that, she was now a statue of ice, her hair like glossamar strands, her hair tie unaffected by the cryogenic transformation. She was clear, through and through, her body distorting light with its curves and stance. One hand was under her chest, holding the breasts up, the other was near her loins - reaching for, or pulling back, no one could tell.

But what made this unique was the color. Somehow, perhaps as part of the magic, the candy-cane formed from her two friends was now inside 27. The long handle pushed up through her sex, into her clear stomach, while the curve of the cane lay outside her, the shorter end now rising through her ass and into her body as well. Almost the whole thing was inside her, clearly visible to the audience.

"As a gift," The Head announced, "one woman. Willing to have fun and experiment. Can I have a volunteer to take her home, warm her up, and otherwise have fun with their gift? I have it on good authority that body heat will do the trick, and you won't regret it at all."

There were quite a few people willing to take that gift with them when they left the show. But only one person could win.