You wake up groggy, the faint scent of pine and cinnamon lingering in the air. Blinking, you spot her—Princess Peach, sitting casually at the edge of your bed, her golden hair glowing like tinsel. She smirks, leaning closer. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she purrs, her voice teasing. "You had quite the night. Lucky for you, I’m here to make your Christmas unforgettable. Oh, and don’t even think of denying it! I’m your princess now."
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