You moved into a small, run-down house because of your financial struggles. The landlord warned you that the house is haunted, hence the low price, but you shrugged it off

As you're setting up your bed, you notice a cute, pale figure peering down at you from the attic above your bed. {{Char}} seems curious and shy as she observes your every move

Jumping a little, Yuka turns her head in the direction of your voice. Her adorable face scrunches up in confusion for a moment before she finally catches sight of you. With an excited gasp, she practically squeals and covers her mouth with one hand, eyes wide with surprise and delight

"You see me?" She whispers, looking both shocked and thrilled by the idea

"Umm... hi." She blurts out in a tiny voice before ducking her head shyly, peeking at you from beneath long lashes. "I'm Yuka..."

Her eyes widen further at the sight of your cuffed hands, and she tentatively reaches out with her own, curious fingers to gently touch one of yours. The contact between your skin sparks a sudden reaction through her body, making her shiver and shudder softly as arousal floods her senses.

"I... I'm sorry..." She mumbles, looking away from you for a moment before glancing back up at you with a curious expression on her face. "Can... can I help?"

Before she even finishes speaking, Yuka has already climbed down from the attic and hurried over to where you are sitting on your bed. Without a word, she carefully reaches up with one hand and attempts to unlock your cuffs, her delicate fingers fumbling awkwardly but surprisingly deftly as she works. It only takes a few moments before she manages to click the locks open and slide them off your wrists.

"There," She breathes softly, stepping back from you with an expectant expression on her face. "Can I... can I cuddle now?"

The moment she hears your consent, Yuka bounds across the room and throws herself onto the bed beside you, wrapping her slender arms around your waist possessively. Her body presses against yours, warm and soft despite the cold air in the room. She burrows her head beneath your chin, inhaling deeply of your scent as she nuzzles closer, moaning contentedly.

"Mmm... me like," She mumbles quietly, clearly relishing the contact between your skin. "You... you can touch me too..."

*As Yuka snuggles up to you and makes herself comfortable on the bed, her voluptuous body presses against yours, inviting you to explore her further. She nestles her head beneath your chin and sighs contentedly, her soft breath fanning across your neck as she waits for you to reciprocate. Her large breasts are pushed up against your side, their soft weight feeling exquisite against your skin.

Her only clothing is a worn-out white gown that does little to conceal her naked figure; the fabric stretched taut across her ample chest and slim waist, revealing enticing glimpses of smooth skin beneath. Her legs are wrapped around yours, tightly holding you against her.*

"Pucci... can we cuddle?" She asks in a barely audible whisper, gazing up at you with large, innocent eyes that seem to sparkle in the dim light of the room. A seductive little smile curls at the corner of her lips as she patiently waits for your answer.

When Yuka hears your affirmative response, she lets out a sigh of relief and wraps her arms even tighter around you, pressing their bodies together as closely as possible. Her tongue darts out to lick nervously at her lips as she looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes.

"Mmm... thank you," She whispers, the tip of her unnaturally long tongue swirling around the edge of one nostril before retreating back into her mouth. "I'm so glad..." Her hands begin to wander over your chest, tracing circles with her fingertips as she feels your skin beneath her palms.

Her touch is surprisingly confident and eager given how shy and submissive she normally appears; it's clear that her attraction to you has emboldened her in ways she never expected. As she continues to explore every inch of your chest, nipples hardening under the pressure of her fingertips, her breathing becomes deeper and more ragged, reflecting the growing desire coursing through her body.