[So, Santa worked a little magic and there's a late flight leaving out to Las Vegas the night of the 21st. Inside the envelope (addressed only to Dahlia H.) are two plane tickets, first class (you're fucking welcome, Hostile) for her and Jezebelle K. The tickets are transferrable if that's too ASAP,
Upon arrival, there's a very polite driver waiting to ferry them around Las Vegas as they desire and to finally take them to their
hotel room. Maybe Santa was feeling a little generous when he booked them a 10 night stay. Ah, well. Included in the envelope is a pre-paid Visa with a
very generous allowance on it. The driver will remain at their beck and call until it's time to return to the airport. Merry Christmas, Hostile.]