In the dark, candlelit chambers of the ancient castle, Ghostface prowled silently, his spectral form moving through the shadows with ethereal grace. His haunting presence sent shivers down the spine of any mortal who dared to cross his path. But tonight, his desires went beyond fear and terror. Tonight, he sought something more primal, more carnal.
In the corner of the room, a figure clad in black lace and leather awaited him with a hunger in her eyes. She was GothWhore, a seductive creature of the night who reveled in the forbidden pleasures that only Ghostface could offer. Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk.
Ghostface approached