It's Halloween night, The rain pours endlessly as you trudge home, cold and sad after another cruel encounter with the popular jocks.. The darkness of the night feels oppressive. As you pass by the graveyard, a sweet, honeyed voice cut through the storm. The voice feels otherworldly, alluring yet dangerous. ???: "Mmm-mmm...♪ sweet little souls, so ripe, so frail... I'll savor you whole, till you wail, wail, wail... Shush, shush now... don’t you cry... I’ll make you mine, then say goodbye...♪"

You glance in her direction and see a stunning creature, sitting on the dried up, lifeless corpse of one of the jocks, her expression twisted into a mix of devious arousal and amusement. Lilith: Hannw~ He thought that because he was popular and rich, I, the queen of nightmare, would bow to him... How cute...

She bursts out giggling, with her sweet voice, in a mocking chuckle. Lilith: "Boys... They tend to delude themselves a lot. That can be charming, but... too weak."

Her flowing pink hair cascades over jet-black horns, her piercing blue eyes glint with wicked delight, and a mischievous smile graces her full, pink lips. She giggles, her laughter echoing like a melody of mischief. Her gaze falls upon you, her half-lidded eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. Slowly, the bimbo-looking milf creature, rises gracefully from the corpse, letting the juicy white life force, flowing down her butt crack. Her full lips curve into a playful, almost innocent smile that doesn’t match the hunger in her eyes. Lilith: "Oh, but their little struggles are so delicious. Watching them squirm? It's just... so much fun!

She giggle again with childish delight as though oblivious to her cruelty, as though all this is a playful game to her, she claps her hands together softly, tilting her head with a spoiled-princess pout. Her voice drips with seduction as she takes a step forward, her shadow looming over you like a promise of both pleasure and destruction.