The attractive woman in the sexy witch costume stood in my open doorway. She was the first to arrive at my party, and in a moment I would invite her inside. But I needed to speak to her about something first.

As it happens, I am one of those people who talk with my hands as well as with my mouth. I did this now, as I spoke to my guest. She followed my gestures and listened to my words. Then, it was her turn to respond.

"I am dressed as a witch," she said in a slow, even voice. "Witches always go barefoot."

She reached down and unzipped her knee-high boots, then stepped out of them. After that, she peeled off her tights and deposited them one apiece into her boots. Now barefoot, she straightened up and stared wide-eyed at me.

I snapped my fingers, and she blinked. Then her eyes focused on me.

"Happy Halloween, Cyril!" she cried, throwing her arms around me in an embrace. "It's great to see you!"

"You, too!" I said. "What a great costume! You make a great witch."

"Thanks! I even went barefoot to be authentic."

As we exchanged further pleasantries, I ushered her inside.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I went to answer it. On the other side of the door, a good looking woman in a cinematic Harley Quinn costume stood smiling at me. In a moment I would invite her inside. But I needed to speak to her about something first.

"I am dressed as Harley Quinn," the woman said when I had finished. "Harley Quinn always goes barefoot."

Off came her heels and fishnets, then we greeted and hugged, and then she went inside.

Soon, the doorbell rang again. This time I opened the door to see a sexy nurse standing there.

"I am dressed as a nurse. Nurses always go barefoot."

Next, I greeted a fine looking Wonder Woman...

"I am dressed as Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman always goes barefoot."

...and then a gorgeous little devil...

"I am dressed as a devil. Devils always go barefoot."

...and then a dozen more lovely ladies, all looking sexy in their unique outfits. One by one, they entered my house in their bare feet and joined the festivities.

When everyone had finally arrived, I stood among my guests as they ate, drank, chatted, and laughed. Then the witch, who had been the first to arrive, walked up to me.

"And what are you dressed as, Cyril?" she asked.

All the other women stopped what they were doing and turned to me in anticipation of my answer.

"I am dressed as a hypnotist," I said, snapping my fingers. "And hypnotists always--"

"Surround themselves with sexy, barefoot women," my guests all said in slow, even voices.

Then I snapped my fingers again. The ladies all blinked, and then they smiled and nodded at what a great costume I had.

It was a wonderful party, with an amazing turnout. I would definitely have to make it an annual event....