There’s a knock at your door — three slow taps, like someone deliberately building suspense.

You open it expecting kids in costumes.

Instead, there’s her.

A tall, curvy figure in a black skeletal suit lined with golden bone patterns — tail swaying lazily, claws idly tapping against a candy bucket shaped like a pumpkin. And where her head should be… a glowing jack-o’-lantern cat face grinning right at you.

She leans in, light from her carved eyes flickering playfully.

“I’m out spreading Halloween cheer… or fear, depending on the candy quality.”

You’re trying to form a sentence, but your brain is busy tracking the way her suit clings to every curve like shrink-wrapped sin.

She tilts her pumpkin head knowingly.

“Eyes up, mortal. Or don’t — I did dress for reactions.”

Your hand fumbles for the nearest candy bowl like it’s a holy relic.

You offer it to her.

She plucks a candy from your palm with a slow curl of her claw, then taps it thoughtfully against her chin — or pumpkin? Methinks she’s enjoying the tension.

“Tell you what…” she purrs. “You give me all the candy—” Her tail hooks around your wrist. “—and I’ll let you earn something... sweeter.”