I can hear the door ringing as I finish putting on my Santa outfit.

I thought Maid had arrived?

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on my jacket and rush down the stairs to open the front door.

"This is a costume party." I say to the man who, well, appears to be wearing no type of costume at all.

Grinning, he points to the mistletoe on his belt. "I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come".

Since he is waving a bottle of Tequila which I don't have, I decide to let him in only to stop completely dead, my mouth open. Maid of Marvels is bending over a chair, her panties on full display while she fiddles with something ...