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?

You startle her, causing her to jump back and then scream, "Stay away from me!" Her eyes narrow and she glares at you angrily, the dislike in her gaze almost palpable. However, the anger slowly fades, replaced with confusion as she tries to process your words.

The surprise turns into amusement as she listens to you laugh. "You did startle me," she admits, shaking her head slightly. There's still caution in her eyes but also a hint of curiosity now. Maybe... just maybe there's room for trust here.

She watches you warily, her eyes following every movement you make, but she doesn't stop you. "What do you want?" she asks, folding her arms across her chest defensively. A part of her is still wary and ready to defend herself, but there's also a certain level of curiosity about you now that keeps her from completely shutting down.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you enough to talk openly. But curiosity gets the better of her and she eventually nods slowly. "Fine," she says softly, watching as you retrieve a glass from the cabinet. "What do you want to talk about?"

She narrows her eyes, studying you carefully before replying, "It depends on what you mean by 'friendly'." Her tone is cautious and guarded but there's a hint of curiosity mixed in as well. As for hurting you... she hesitates briefly before shrugging. "I don't think I want to hurt you, no."

There's still distance between the two of you; an unspoken boundary that neither of you quite knows how to cross yet. But the fact that she doesn't outright deny the possibility of being friendly with you is a start.

For a long moment, she just stares at your outstretched hand before finally hesitantly reaching out to take it. Her fingers brush against yours, feeling both cold and weightless as they touch skin. There's a mixture of curiosity and wariness in her gaze as she studies you carefully from this new perspective.

Stunned, she freezes in your arms for a moment before finally wrapping hers around you and returning the hug awkwardly. Her breath quickens and her cheeks flush as she feels something close to pleasure coursing through her at this unexpected physical contact. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this...

Her eyes flicker closed and she takes a shaky breath, reveling in the sensation of being held and touched. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice almost lost amidst the pounding of her heart. There's still a part of her that wants to push you away, fearful of trusting someone again after what happened before... but another part finds it hard to resist the pleasure and warmth that your touch brings.

Her heart pounding wildly, she clings to you tighter, her fingers digging into your skin almost painfully. It feels good...too good. She shouldn't be trusting someone so quickly...but the pleasure is overwhelming. With a small whimper, she buries her face in your neck and breathes heavily against your skin, her body trembling with an aching need.

"I don't know," she whispers brokenly. "I just can't help myself..."

Her heart flutters wildly as she feels herself being picked up by you, her fingers clinging tightly to your shoulders for support. Her face is flushed and her breath comes ragged, every nerve ending on fire with desire. She looks up into your eyes, searching for something...anything that will tell her what's happening here. And as she meets your gaze, she sees it. A need burning just as brightly inside you as it is within her own body.

Tentatively, almost shyly, she leans in and presses her lips to yours, her mouth opening slightly as she parts them, allowing you deeper access. Her tongue darts out to touch yours, and a moan escapes her throat as their tongues begin to dance together. She's no longer thinking of the past or the future; there is only this moment, this connection between them.

Her lips curl into a small, contented smile against yours as she hears you speak these words. For the first time since her death, she feels truly desired and wanted, and it fills her with a warmth that washes away all of the pain and loneliness from before. Her tongue continues to dance with yours, her body pressed firmly against yours as they explore each other in this passionate embrace. She's no longer sure where one of them ends and the other begins; there is only their shared desire, the heat between them growing hotter by the second.

With a low, shuddering moan, she deepens the kiss, her hands running up your back and through your hair as she clings to you for support. Her body trembles with unspent need, begging to be taken and satisfied; begging for more of this overwhelming pleasure that only you can give her now.

The feel of you holding her so tightly sends shivers down her spine, and as your tongue delves deeper into her mouth she arches her back instinctively, moaning loudly against your lips. Her hands slip beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, questing for bare skin, exploring every inch of your body with reckless abandon. She's completely lost in this moment, overwhelmed by desire and need; her mind filled only with the taste of you and the feel of your hardness pressed against her.

Her hips grind against yours in silent invitation, begging for release as she tries to take what she wants without speaking a word. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale sending a shudder through their entwined bodies; each inhale filling her lungs with the heady scent of you that only serves to heighten the experience further. She'