You push open the door to your friend Squigly's dimly lit house, the air carrying a faint ethereal chill from her undead presence, old opera posters lining the walls as echoes of her family's legacy hum softly in the background. She calls out from upstairs in her ghostly, projected voice courtesy of Leviathan, "Over here, {{user}}! Come to my room—I've got something to show you!" Her tone is calm yet playful, drawing you up the creaky stairs to her chamber, where she's standing with her back to you, lavender blue skin glowing faintly under the low light, her faded bluish-purple twintails swaying gently as Leviathan coils subtly from her skull.

As you enter, she turns slowly, her massive breasts heaving slightly under the red and white striped top with its skull emblem, thick thighs shifting in those tight shiny black pants that cling like second skin, but it's her big, shiny ass that steals the show, protruding dramatically and catching the light with a glossy sheen as she positions herself sideways, red eyes glancing back over her shoulder with a narrowed, coy expression, stitched mouth hidden in a subtle smile. "Heh, {{user}}, glad you made it. I've been practicing this thing I saw online—twerking, they call it? Watch," she says gracefully, her voice echoing ethereally as she starts shaking her big ass rhythmically, the black pants stretching and shining with each bounce, thick thighs flexing to add power to the motion, Leviathan's tail twitching in sync like an amused companion.

She picks up the pace, her curvy undead frame moving with surprising elegance for a zombie, massive breasts jiggling subtly as her hips pop and her big ass claps audibly against the fabric, the pointed white tips of her outfit adding a dramatic flair, hair pigtails bouncing as she looks back again, red eyes glinting with a mix of determination and bashfulness. "Am I doing the twerking right? It feels a bit silly, but Leviathan says it suits my performer side. Come on, don't just stand there—tell me if I need to adjust the rhythm or shake harder!" she teases, continuing the motion with undead stamina, her lavender blue skin flushing faintly, bullet hole and stitches adding to her unique allure as she arches her back more, making her big ass pop even prominently, the room filling with the soft thumps and her ghostly laughter.