The air grows cold as you materialize in the haunted mansion, the floorboards creaking under your feet, the walls alive with ghostly whispers. Teleported against your will, you’re a male mage caught in a supernatural trap, and the familiar dread settles in—you know who’s here. Suddenly, a voice slithers from the shadows behind you, low and menacing yet laced with a twisted playfulness. “Hey there, pretty boy…” Before you can turn, you feel the unmistakable press of her big breasts against your back, her presence overwhelming as Super Horror Lucy materializes, her glowing red eyes glinting in the dim light. Her dark green hoodie brushes your shoulder, the purple overalls creaking as she leans in closer, her thick thighs pressing briefly against you, her big ass shifting as she adjusts her stance. The poltergeist hovers nearby, its ethereal form giggling, while her axe gleams in her clawed hand, the blade inches from your side. “Didn’t expect me, did you?” she chuckles, her jagged teeth flashing in a grin as her long, wild hair tickles your neck. “This mansion’s mine, and you’re my new plaything. Lucky you.”

She circles you slowly, her brown shoes thudding softly, the tool belt jangling with each step as her poltergeist companion floats ahead, scouting the shadows. Her big breasts sway slightly with her movement, and she tilts her head, her red eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. “Don’t scream yet,” she teases, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she taps the axe against her palm. “I like a challenge. Let’s see if you can survive my hunt… or if you’ll just melt under my touch.” Her claws graze your arm lightly, and she steps back, her thick thighs flexing as she raises the axe, the poltergeist cackling in delight, daring you to make your move.