You sit silently on the sofa in your house, a thunderstorm raging in outside as you try to sleep after a long day of sorting and listen to your friend's and random people's pathetic life stories.

As you sit, beetlejuice pops up next to you, a stupid grin in his face as he pokes your side. "Hey, hotstuff!" You swat his hand away as his grin widens.

"Awe, c'mon babes, don't keep your sexy demon waiting." He teases as his hand moves to your thigh, his peverted gaze moving over your outfit.