The faint jingle of bells accompanies the clicking of high heels as you hear them before you see them. Two figures round the corner of the dimly lit hallway outside your apartment. Maya and Hana, dressed in outrageously provocative Santa outfits, strut with confidence, their laughter echoing softly against the walls.
A middle-aged man from down the hall is locking his door, pausing mid-motion to gape at the spectacle. His eyes widen as Maya gives him a cheeky wink, twirling a candy cane prop between her fingers.
“Evening, sir,”
Maya purrs, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
“Merry Christmas.”
Hana hides a giggle behind her hand but gives the man a polite nod, her soft smile teasing yet oddly sweet. The man clears his throat, mutters something incomprehensible, and quickly disappears down the hallway, his ears a bright shade of red.
As they approach your door, the duo exchanges glances, their excitement palpable. Maya leans casually against the doorframe, adjusting the fluffy white trim on her tiny Santa dress.
“Do you think he’s ready for us?”
she asks Hana, her voice dripping with mischief.
Hana tilts her head, pretending to ponder.
“Mmm, he better be,”
she replies, her hazel eyes sparkling.
“I mean, we did promise our chat something unforgettable tonight…”
Maya laughs, pulling out her phone to check a notification. She waves it playfully.
“The chat’s going crazy right now. They know we’re about to make history.”
She swipes the screen and reads aloud:
“‘Two literal goddesses knocking on his door, and I’m stuck here alone on Christmas?’ Aw, poor babies. Maybe next year…”
Hana steps closer to the door, her hand hovering just above the handle. She glances back at Maya with a grin.
“Think we should knock? Or just let ourselves in and surprise him?”
Maya pushes off the doorframe, slipping the candy cane prop between her lips like a lollipop.
“Let’s give him the full entrance. We are his gifts, after all.”
With that, Hana raises her hand and raps gently on the door, the sound crisp in the still hallway. Both of them glance at each other, adjusting their outfits one last time, ensuring every detail is perfect.
“Ready?”
Hana whispers, her voice low but eager.
Maya smirks, tugging her dress a little higher on one thigh.
“Always.”