Party game recommendation

I like to dress up the unimaginable terror of this world in a high waisted cigarette leg trouser of tobacco colored shantung, cream silk charmeuse shell tucked into the flat front under a mink-trimmed hoody of dyed-to-match cashmere. I like to call it Mippy. Why wouldn't I? Now, it's pretty. A pretty, sweet-faced coltish girl of twenty or so, a bit at loose ends, maybe, but not bad, not dangerous. Isn't it just the uncertainty of the unimaginable terror of this world that gives it the advantage over us?