'Twas the winter holidays in all the lands, and all the different nations were celebrating their seasonal festivals. The Island Nations had the the Days of the Breeze, Falena had the Sundown Festival, St. Loa's in Zexen, the Season of Water Spirits in Grasslands, St. Roa's in Camaro, and so on.
In the Island Nations, in the vast reaches of sea between the main archipelago and Toran Republic, there was a solitary island named Yul. With a cold climate, particularly during the Days of the Breeze, Yul would often have snowfall rivaling or even exceeding the lands to the north, making it a popular travel site in the winter season. So it was for Jeane, and her elf, Nei.
"What are we doing here?" asked Nei. She was wearing a typical white and light green outfit to go along with her light green hair, with a distinctive white and green checkerboard pattern on her pants. She also had green boots and a green coat with a white fur collar to keep her warm in the snowy and cold evening of Yul town.
"Just spreading a little holiday cheer, teehee," merrily said Jeane, the runemistress.
Jeane appeared not to be as sensibly dressed as Nei, wearing a thin dark red dress with white pearl decorations, on her silver hair a Santa cap with a fluffy white pom-pom, and red high heels. The striking red dress clung to her shapely body, leaving her back and shoulders bare, cupping her full breasts and showing off her long legs with a high slit on the side. Jeane's perfect tits filled out the deep cleavage of the dress, and her nipples poked prominently through the fabric, leaving no illusion that she was wearing any kind of a bra. Yet it was Nei who was shivering, and Jeane didn't mind the cold, walking easily through the snow in her high heels.
They arrived at a theater where the lights were on, and 'FREE ENTRY' written on a big sign at the front.
"Maybe we should have a look," said Jeane and went in. Nei followed, welcoming the warm air.
It was a simple theater, with dark wood and red fabric the main colors. There were men and women seated on wooden chairs, with a few free seats scattered around. Most of the lighting was focused on the stage, where a portly white-bearded man in a white and red outfit and an elf-looking character in a leaf green outfit were facing a monster, or rather, an actor in a dark monster costume waving his arms and trying to look menacing. Suddenly, the bearded man lifted his arm, so that all the audience could see the mark on his hand, and then there was a flash of red!
"St. Lazlo has vanquished another evildoer!" came a woman's voice, as the monster fell to the stage. She sounded like one of the Alma Kinan warrior women, or maybe Bernadette Egan, Captain of the Island Nations flagship. "St. Lazlo, the Lost Prince, still roams the land to this day, together with his trusty elf helper, Paula." The old man in the white and red outfit and the actress in a leaf green outfit waved their hands. "St. Lazlo and Paula come to the aid of those in need, and punish the wicked, especially during the Days of the Breeze!" continued the woman, somewhere to the side of the stage. "He has not stayed youthful like his elf companion, but thanks to rune magic, St. Lazlo is still with us, and may he be forever more!" she finished heroically.
The bearded actor showed the mark on his hand again, and the audience cheered and clapped. Jeane smiled, as she and Nei moved to a couple of untaken chairs. They sat down and continued watching the play, and the man sitting next to her took obvious notice of the enchanting magician in her skimpy and season-inappropriate dress. As the play went on, the man's focus shifted more and more from the stage onto the silver-haired beauty. He ogled her in greedy silence, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and his luck. Jeane occasionally glanced at him with a soft smile, and he kept eyeing her and her pointing nipples, breathing heavily, taking a good look, a good many looks, of the runemistress' enchanting cleavage.
"Can I touch them?" he finally asked, practically drooling.
"Yes please," said Jeane with a smile.
He slipped a rough-skinned, hairy hand right under Jeane's dress, cupping one of her breasts, fondling and groping it under the fabric, feeling her erect nipple with a strong thumb. As Nei saw what was happening, her golden eyes spread wide, and she looked at the rest of the audience. Some of them had also noticed the side-show.
The man took hold of the fabric over Jeane's other supple apple, and easily brushed it aside, then uncovered the other too, and now Jeane was just sitting there happily with her tits out in the open, as the man caressed her soft boobs in an awkward position, obsessed with her beautiful mounds. That went for many more audience members, now openly watching the show of Jeane getting her titties kneaded, pushed together, squeezed and let fall into the man's big hands. Even the actors on the stage were now trying to see what was going on at Jeane's spot. In the dim light on the audience, they could see the runemistress well, but they didn't notice the elf next to her and how red her cheeks were burning.
Suddenly Jeane rose up, and walked to the stage, bare breasts jiggling and Santa cap's pom-pom bopping as she went. She approached the actress playing Paula, noticing that her pointy ears were not real, and then she kissed her on the mouth, leaving the elf actress as wide-eyed and red-cheeked as Nei. Next, she moved to St. Lazlo, the portly man's white outfit with red trimmings contrasting Jeane's form-fitting red dress and Santa cap. As everybody watched with bated breath, the magical beauty trailed a hand slowly across the bearded man's outfit, down to the mark on his hand.
"Tell me, St. Lazlo, have I been nice? Or naughty?" she asked of the old man, with a real white beard. "I am needy, will you help me? Or punish me?"
The actor playing St. Lazlo was flabbergasted, and watched with not-quite-elf Paula as Jeane turned to the audience, and began jiggling her breasts, to the cheers of the men most of all. She played with her bared bust much the same way the man from the audience had, cupping and fondling her funbags, lifting them up and letting them fall down with a jiggle and a giggle, and squeezing and tweaking her pointing nipples.
The crowd was rowdy, clapping and chanting the popular holiday carol, "Jiggle breasts, jiggle breasts, jiggle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride a one-hussied open lay!"
Jeane turned around and leaned on St. Lazlo, who still didn't know what to do but to stand firm, if incredulous at the silver-haired seductress' actions. Her heavy breasts hung down, giving some of the audience a good look of their hefty allure, but most of them had a better view of her ass. She pushed the red dress off her butt, and stunned the spectators once more with a clear view of her silver-haired pussy. But then she began gyrating her meaty booty, making it jiggle and wiggle, leaning onto St. Lazlo. The bearded man watched the lewd display right in front of him with no intention of punishing anybody. Jeane looked at the audience with a wide open smile, a look of exhilaration on her face as she roused the rout with her rippling rear.
"Ahem, excuse me..." came a woman's voice, the one from before but sounding slighty different and more timid now. A lean brunette wearing a red jacket, a pink sash and a green and purple skirt stepped into the light. "Um, I'm Chisato, owner of this theater, I hope you remember me. It's nice to see you, Jeane, but you shouldn't play tricks like that. You shouldn't just show up and, err, steal the show like that. You can stay if you play nice, but otherwise... I have to ask you to leave."
