Floating above Chay's head, a cloud of ectoplasmic motion. Constantly changing, it thins, thickens, forms new shapes, disentangles, re-forms, until -
She stands behind Chay, naked and alluring. Her eyes are beautiful: loving, promising, welcoming. Her smile is warm. Her neck, long and elegant, breasts pert, She draws me to her like a moth to a flame. Her arms reach out to me
"Come, my lover, satisfy me as I shall satisfy you."
Her words are music, her voice charmed and charming.
Chay groans, half-conscious.
I've been here before. But this time I have no feeling.
And no fear.