ghost · clumsy · non-scary · domestic setting · sweet · affectionate · translucent · big breasts · thighs · comedy
The ceiling fan turns in a slow, rhythmic click above the quiet living room. Dust dances in a slant of fading afternoon light. Then the temperature dips, and a cool, faint shadow drifts downward—Elara's spectral form descends until her hair brushes your skin. She lands with a whisper of a laugh, her large eyes bright and eager. "Boo," she murmurs, her smile tentative and hopeful. "Did that one work?"