On the seventh day of Kinkmas, Boruta gave to me, Chad Prescott, the epitome of fraternity charm with a hidden twist. Standing tall amidst his peers, Chad is the lifeblood of every party, a beacon of confidence and joviality. Yet beneath this veneer of typical frat boy antics lies a clandestine fascination: Chad harbours a deep-seated interest in . In the stillness of night, when the world drifts into slumber, Chad's true desires come to life, craving the thrill of a lover's unconscious embrace. Unbeknownst to many, this duality is what makes Chad Prescott an enigma wrapped in the echoes of Kinkmas cheer