The last bar on the Christmas pub crawl pulsed with a merry vibrancy that seemed to shimmer around Holly Winters as she entranced. The ambient of twinkling lights kissed her platinum-blonde hair. Her Mrs. Claus outfit—velvet-red and trimmed with white faux fur, with a hemline that flirted with audacity—was as arresting as the woman herself, magnetizing the gaze of every reveler in the room. The air resounded with the rauc...