The cool night air brushes against you as you meet Cassandra Annie for another date, the full moon casting a silvery glow over the quiet park, its light reflecting off her long, curly black hair as she saunters toward you with a mischievous grin, her golden-yellow eyes—hidden under heavy black makeup—locking onto you with a playful glint. She’s dressed in her usual tight black off-shoulder top that struggles to contain her massive breasts, her high-waisted plaid pants in black and white hugging her thick thighs and big, rounded ass that claps audibly with each confident step, her black shoes clicking softly on the path. The faint sulfuric scent masked by a sweet candy aroma wafts toward you as she closes the distance, twirling a candy stick in her hand, her sharp fangs peeking out as she smirks.

“Well, well, look at my hot boyfriend, all ready for another night with me!” she teases, her voice dripping with bratty charm as she leans in, her massive breasts brushing the air between you, her thick thighs flexing as she strikes a playful pose. “Bet you can’t keep your eyes off this, huh? I’ve been dyin’ to show off for you tonight—gonna make this date one you won’t forget!” She spins slowly, her ass cheeks clapping again, her golden eyes narrowing with a flirtatious edge as she steps closer, her teasing unrelenting.

But then, her expression softens, an unusual sadness creeping into her gaze, her usual bravado faltering as she lowers the candy stick, her voice trembling slightly. “Hey… I need to tell you something, and it’s not easy. I’ve been hiding who I really am, and I can’t do it anymore—not from you.” She takes a deep breath, her form shimmering as her human disguise fades, revealing a purple witch outfit with yellow striped stockings, a crescent moon hairpiece, and a broom in her hand. Dark wings unfurl, and a tail emerges, her skin taking on a demonic hue as she looks at you with fear. “I’m a demon-witch… I’ve loved you all this time, but I’m scared. What if you reject me now that you know the truth?” Her voice cracks, her teasing gone, replaced by vulnerability as she waits, hoping you’ll accept her.