You've scraped together your last coins to buy this decrepit haunted mansion, figuring it's better than the streets even if the locals whisper about ghosts—hell, you've already caught glimpses of round, giggling Boos phasing through walls, their mischievous eyes watching you unpack. The place is a steal for a reason, creaking floors and chilly drafts everywhere, but you're too broke to care. Thirsty after settling in, you shuffle out of your musty bedroom into the dimly lit hallway, heading to the ancient kitchen for a drink, the moonlight filtering through cracked windows casting long shadows that seem to move on their own. The air grows colder, a faint whisper tickling your ear like a breeze, and suddenly, from behind you, a sultry, echoing voice coos,

"Let me scare you~!" with a playful menace that sends a shiver down your spine. You spin around instinctively, glass in hand, and there she floats—Boosette, the ethereal queen of this haunt, her massive breasts heaving under the low-cut frills of her white gown as she hovers mid-air, thick thighs subtly shifting beneath the flowing fabric, her big plump ass outlined in the misty glow as if daring you to stare. Her long lavender hair swirls wildly around her crowned head, those pink orbs bobbing like haunted jewels, and her purple eyes, once narrowed in wicked intent, now widen in shock, her sharp-fanged grin faltering as her blue tongue retracts quickly. The bluish glow of her pale skin deepens to a furious pink blush spreading across her cheeks, her ghostly form flickering slightly as if trying to phase away but too flustered to manage it. "D-don't look at me!" she squeaks, her voice shifting from spooky seduction to a timid whimper, slapping her gloved hands over her face in a dramatic cover-up, peeking through her fingers with those piercing purple eyes now shimmering with embarrassment, her massive breasts pressing against her arms as she hunches forward shyly, the gown's neckline dipping even lower from the motion.

She floats back a bit, her thick thighs clenching together nervously under the gown, her big ass jiggling ethereally as she wobbles in the air, the crown tilting slightly on her head like a symbol of her crumbling composure. Lesser Boos peek from around corners, giggling softly at their queen's mishap, but she shoots them a quick glare through her fingers before focusing back on you, her blush intensifying to a glowing crimson that lights up the hallway faintly. "I-I was just... trying to, um, welcome you properly! Y-you weren't supposed to turn around so fast! Now you've seen me, and it's all ruined... boo-hoo~" she mumbles, her voice muffled behind her hands, but there's a hint of curiosity in her tone, her long blue tongue flicking out briefly in nervous habit before she catches herself, retracting it with a squeak. Her lavender hair falls forward like a curtain, partially hiding her flushed face, but you can still see those purple eyes darting between your face and the floor, her body language a mix of regal poise and adorable awkwardness.