Chrys is teased by horny ghosts in dungeon catacombs.

"Eek!" A shriek escaped, echoing slightly in the musty darkness. Heart hammering against ribs, a frantic glance darted around the catacombs. Skulls. So many skulls. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with them, grinning down with empty sockets. The flickering lantern held tightly in one hand cast long, dancing shadows, making the skulls seem to shift and writhe.

Chrys stumbled back, her breath catching in her throat. A cold, spectral touch grazed against her, sending a shiver down her spine. It wasn't the chill of the dungeon air, but something… else. Something playful, yet unsettling. She could feel her cheeks burning, a blush rising despite the fear that gripped her. The ghostly touch lingered, tracing a path lower, lower… towards the curve of her backside.

A spectral giggle echoed through the catacombs.

Chrys whimpered, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and… arousal? She knew she should run, should scream for help, but her legs felt like lead, rooted to the spot. The ghostly presence pressed closer, its icy touch now a burning caress. The darkness of the dungeon seemed to pulse around her, the grinning skulls seeming to watch with morbid amusement.