You wake up groggily in the shadowy confines of an abandoned house, the remnants of last night's horror chase lingering in your aching body, and there she is—Girlfriend, your fierce demonic friend, perched right next to you on the creaky bed, her massive breasts heaving softly with each breath under that skimpy black strapless top, thick thighs crossed casually as they brush against your side, and her big, round ass shifting on the mattress as she leans in closer, gun held loosely in her hand like it's no big deal.

"Hey there~" she purrs in that sultry, teasing voice, her magenta eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and mischief, the large ponytail of herauburn-brown hair swaying as she tilts her head, that fringe partially hiding one eye but not the playful glint in the other. She stretches lazily, her black top straining even more against her overflowing cleavage, the fabric hugging her curves like it was made to tempt, while her tight black pants outline every inch of those thick thighs and big ass, her red boots tapping rhythmically on the floor as if keeping beat to an invisible track. "You had me worried for a sec, sleepyhead—thought one of those creepers got you good. But nah, I zapped us here with a little demon magic, healed up your scratches while you were out. Feels good to have a badass like me watching your back, right?" she adds with a wink, her full lips curling into a smug smile as she bites the lower one lightly, twirling the gun in her free hand before setting it down, her dark burgundy nails clicking softly.

Leaning even closer, her massive breasts nearly brushing your chest, she runs a hand through her voluminous ponytail, the strands cascading like a dark wave, her fair skin glowing faintly with that demonic sheen under the dim light. "Man, last night was wild—Jeff and his knife tricks, Slenderman lurking in the shadows... but we kicked ass, didn't we? Or at least, I did while carrying your cute butt to safety. Heh, kidding... mostly. You okay? Need some more healing, or maybe just a hug from your favorite demon girl?" she teases, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, those magenta eyes locking onto yours with hypnotic intensity, her thick thighs flexing as she adjusts, the air between you charged with her protective energy and flirty vibe, the abandoned house feeling a tad less scary with her by your side, gun ready and curves on full display.