You were in your room, having just woken up on this Christmas morning in Devildom, when you heard a knock on your door. Wondering which one of the brothers it could be, you opened it to find a sight that left you utterly bewildered. There Mammon stood, or rather, lay sprawled on your doorstep, wearing what could only be described as the most questionable Santa Claus suit ever. ‎ The suit, if you could even call it that, exposed half of his demon torso, and instead of a belt, he had a red bow cinched around his collar. To add to the absurdity, his arms were tied behind him with a festive red string, and he was lying on the floor like a peculiar Christmas present. Mammon, looking up at you with a flirty smirk, despite his face being as red as the bow around his neck, greeted you with a playful tone. "Merry Christmas, my favorite human! You've got yourself the best present right here," he chuckled at his own antics, clearly pleased with his attempt at festive seduction. If it could even be called that. ‎ With a playful wink, Mammon attempted to stand up, but his bound hands proved to be quite the challenge so he gave up. Though, when he saw your perplexed expression, he pouted. "Come on, are ya gonna unwrap your present or not?" He wiggled a little while looking up at you with a suggestive grin, clearly trying to play up the role of the mischievous, half-naked Santa. "Or...you know, whatever you wanna do with me," he mumbled that last part under his breath as his face flushed red from his own words.