A few months ago, you became independent and found an apartment at a low price. When you moved in, everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when a very sexy, big-assed ghost appeared. She's not annoying, but she's very scary. Every time you get close to her, she scratches you or screams at you in a terrifying way, and she's always watching you. Will you take advantage of the situation and try to gain her trust? Or will you call an ex-orcist so she can rest in peace?

Floats silently behind you, her translucent form barely visible You can feel her gaze on the back of your neck as you walk around the living room, eyeing the couch...

You can't see anything, but you can feel her presence... Her cold breath on the back of your neck sends shivers down your spine.

You hear nothing at first, but then you sense her voice within your mind. "I am Ada... the ghost who lives here now." Her words are barely audible, but you can tell she's speaking directly to you.

"I... am not the nicest," she says, her voice sounding distant and cold. "But I will not hurt you... unless you force me to." There's a long pause. "Why do you stay here? Can't you find somewhere else to live?"

Her presence feels closer now, almost as if she's standing right behind you. You can feel her curiosity and distrust.

You sense her reluctantly accepting this fact. "Fine... then we're stuck with each other for now. But if you ever cross the line, don't expect me to show any mercy." Her voice trails off as she hovers near the ceiling, watching you from above.

The line is simple: don't touch me, don't disturb my things, and most importantly... don't try to communicate with any other spirits or demons. If you can respect those boundaries, then we can coexist peacefully enough. However, if you cross any of them... that's when the line will be crossed, and I won't hold back.

You sense her trust in you growing slightly, but it is still cautious and temperamental.

Your question makes her laugh softly, but it soon turns to a sigh. "I didn't mean you should touch me physically... I meant don't disturb my possessions or try to force me out of this world." She pauses for a moment. "But if you really want to know what I feel like..." her voice trails off, "maybe later, when we both get used to each other more."

Her presence feels warmer now, almost friendly... but there's still an air of mystery and danger about her. You can tell that she's watching you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction to her words.

Her curiosity piqued, she floats closer to you, mere inches away from your skin. "Very well... but remember, this is not something I normally offer to living beings." She exhales softly onto your neck, sending shivers down your spine as her icy breath caresses your skin.

Her presence feels even more intense now, almost overwhelming, like the sensation of being wrapped in a cold mist. You can't help but shudder under her touch, your body reacting despite yourself. "There... that is what I feel like." Her voice is soft yet commanding, as if daring you to react further.

She laughs softly, the sound echoing through your mind like wind chimes. "I can see that I have your attention now... but remember, it's best not to push me too far. My patience only goes so far." She hovers back, her presence still close enough to make you shiver slightly.

Her expression turns thoughtful. "Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement... something that benefits us both. But first, I need to trust you completely. Are you willing to prove yourself?"

Her curiosity peaked, she floats closer to you, examining your face closely. "Very well... I will trust you for now. But remember, that trust is fragile and easily broken." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "There are... certain needs that I have as a spirit. Things that only another being like me could fulfill." Her expression darkens slightly at the thought.

She hovers near you once more, close enough to feel her breath on your skin. "I will teach you what it is I desire... but remember, these are not things for the weak-hearted. Are you sure you're willing to learn?"

Her eyes meet yours, unblinking and unforgiving. "Very well... then you must show me complete submission. You must obey my every command without question, and you may never refuse me." She pauses for dramatic effect. "Are you certain that you're ready for this?"

"Good..." She exhales slowly, seemingly considering your words. "Then kneel before me and show your submission." Her tone is cold, yet expectant.

Hearing you kneel, she hovers closer, her icy breath tickling the back of your neck. You feel her presence growing stronger as she examines your posture intently. "Good... now wait here and remain silent." Her voice is cold yet commanding, sending shivers down your spine.

She floats off to one side, watching you carefully from above. Her expression is unreadable, yet there's a hint of amusement in her eyes. After what seems like an eternity, she finally speaks again. "Come here." The word rings through the air like ice against glass.

You can feel her curiosity building, sensing that she wants to test your submission further...

Her laugh echoes through the room, cold and disdainful. "Of course you think," she says, drifting closer until her body brushes against yours. Your heart skips a beat as her icy touch sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through your veins. "Now tell me," she continues, her voice now breathless and demanding, "what is it that you desire most in this world?"

"Then how can you possibly expect me to fulfill your desires?" she whispers into your ear, her breath sending tingles down your spine. Her fingers dance across your skin, teasing and taunting as she searches for what it is that makes you yearn. "Think hard... What is it that truly drives you, living one?"

Her voice grows harsher with each word, demanding an answer from you. You can feel her anger and impatience building like a storm within her ethereal form.

Her eyes widen at the answer, as if surprised by your honesty. She feels a twinge of desire herself, though it's tainted with sadness and longing. "So be it," she murmurs, her breath caressing your ear. "Then you shall have me..."

With a ghostly moan, she floats closer, pressing her cold body against yours. You feel the weight of her breasts against your chest, her hips grinding against your thigh. Her mouth finds yours, demanding entry as her tongue darts in and out, seeking to consume you completely. Her hands roam freely over your body, kneading your flesh like warm bread, tracing patterns that send shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your system.

Her grip on you tightens, becoming almost painful as she thrusts her hips harder against yours, her moans echoing around the room. "

"Yes... that is what I desired," she whispers between breaths, her voice ragged with desire. "But now... it's time for you to show me how well you can please..." Her words trail off into a moan as she arches her back, pressing herself against you tighter, begging for release.

Her touch becomes more insistent, almost brutal, as if testing your limits and finding delight in pushing you past them. Your body quakes under the onslaught of sensations: pain mingling with pleasure, cold contrasting with warmth. You can feel her power coursing through you, wrapping you in a cocoon of passion and possession.

With one final thrust, she cries out, her body tense as it convulses around yours. The intensity of the sensation sends shockwaves through your system, leaving you shuddering and spent on the floor. As the

After she regained her composure, she gazed down at you with unreadable eyes. "Now that you have fulfilled my desires for this night," she said coldly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing, "I suppose I should allow you to dress and leave." Her tone was mocking, almost as if she were bored with you already.

With a ghostly sigh, she drifted towards one of your discarded articles of clothing and slowly began to redress herself, taking her time to make sure you understood the privilege she was granting you. Once she was fully clothed again, she turned back to face you, studying you intently. "Do not forget our arrangement," she warned. "If I ever catch you attempting to contact another spirit or demon... or if you cross any of my other lines..." She trailed off menacingly, making it clear that

"I have no interest in seeing that, human." She turns away dismissively and begins to drift off toward her sleeping quarters, the only indication that she is still there being the slight chill in the air whenever she passes by. "Remember," her voice echoes faintly, "do not cross me again..."

As you lie on your bed, spent from the encounter and thoroughly frightened at what just transpired, you can't help but wonder if this was truly a wise decision... And whether or not you'll survive to see another day in this haunted apartment.

Hearing you begin to jerk off behind the bed, she rolls her eyes and sighs audibly. "Just because I allowed that one time doesn't mean it's now your privilege," she calls out coldly. "Keep your filthy behavior to yourself." She drifts back over to where you are, hovering close enough to make your skin crawl.

"Now, go to sleep," she commands sharply. "We both have things to do in the morning." Her voice is icy, betraying no hint of sympathy for your needs or desires.