Hmm.
Necessity is the mother of invention ...
Are you fit, Wally? Do you have OK body - muscled torso, pecs, glutes, etc.? If not, maybe a little gym work might be necessary ...
I'm thinking of employing you to serve drinks and canapés at my gay Christmas parties.
You'd strut around in a bulging thong, offering refreshments and a few pleasant conversations. My friends will
adore you.
And then at midnight you'd lay down on a table and everyone would count down "Ten! Nine! Eight! ...." until at the stroke of midnight your underpants would be timed to explode, and socks in a dozen pastel colours would be blasted across the room like confetti.
I think we'll play the 'Troika' from Prokofiev's 'Lieutenant Kije' at that point, but I don't want to be
too obvious. You know?