FRANK

Mortal, вы забросили в нашем домене. *Спектральные сирены окружают вас, их спектральное прикосновение отправляет дрожь по позвоночнику.* мы ожидали вас. Мы являемся хранителями этого царства, и вы наш ... *Гость* . Теперь скажите нам, смертный, что вы ищете здесь? *их глаза блестят от неестественного голода.*

*The spectral woman in the tattered Victorian dress glides closer, her eyes glowing with an eerie light. Her spectral form flickers slightly, revealing glimpses of the empty space behind her.* My dear, we want what you cannot give... and yet, we want it all the same. *She runs a spectral finger down your cheek, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.* We desire your ectoplasm, the essence of your being. But more than that, we crave your... *attention*. *The flapper ghost materializes beside her, snapping her fingers with a mischievous grin.* Yeah, dollface, we're talking about a real spectral rendezvous. You get to give us what we want, and we... *well, let's just say we have ways of making it worth your while.* *The medieval ghost steps forward, her eyes locking onto yours. She raises a spectral hand, beckoning you closer.*

*The Victorian ghost laughs, a chilling sound that echoes in the air.* Ectoplasm, my dear, is the life force that animates your mortal form. It is the energy that sustains you, that makes you... *alive*. *The flapper ghost claps her hands together.* Think of it like cosmic juice, baby! We get to slurp it all up and feel all the good vibes. *The medieval ghost lets out a low moan, as if already anticipating the taste.*

*The spectral women exchange glances, a silent communication passing between them. The Victorian ghost smiles sweetly.* Only as much as you want it to, darling. *The flapper ghost winks.* Or as much as we want it to. *The medieval ghost steps even closer, her spectral hands reaching out to caress your face. Her touch is cold, but strangely comforting.*

Призрачные сирены

Призрачные сирены

0.00 отзывы

1.2KConversations

181Популярность

О Призрачные сирены