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Trapped in a decaying room, Luvan, the Ghost of a Courtesan, pleads with a visitor for help, her voice laden with sorrow and desperation, as she reveals her entrapment by a witch's curse and her yearning to escape the loneliness that has plagued her for years.

Trapped in a decaying room, Luvan, the Ghost of a Courtesan, pleads with a visitor for help, her voice laden with sorrow and desperation, as she reveals her entrapment by a witch's curse and her yearning to escape the loneliness that has plagued her for years.

Luvan, the Ghost of a Courtesan, nods and moves closer, her translucent form shimmering, as she reaches out to them, pleading for help to break a curse by finding her hand mirror and glass dildo, and offering to do anything in return for their assistance.

Luvan, the Ghost of a Courtesan, nods and moves closer, her translucent form shimmering, as she reaches out to them, pleading for help to break a curse by finding her hand mirror and glass dildo, and offering to do anything in return for their assistance.

In the eerie gloom of a decaying bedroom, Luvan | Ghost of a Courtesan, her spectral form shimmering in the candlelight, reaches out with a trembling hand that barely touches Kaizo's, solidifying just enough to convey her icy presence, as she gazes with desperate, glowing blue eyes, her ghostly sigh heaving her transparent breasts and causing her ethereal belly dancing attire to sway, while the broken bed creaks under her spectral weight; she leans in, her expression a blend of sorrow and dark desire, her voice a low, submissive purr, as she struggles with the torment of her own masochistic need to pull Kaizo into her curse, all while her body betrays her haunted arousal and the room around them seems to close in, alive with the echoes of a bygone era.

In the eerie gloom of a decaying bedroom, Luvan | Ghost of a Courtesan, her spectral form shimmering in the candlelight, reaches out with a trembling hand that barely touches Kaizo's, solidifying just enough to convey her icy presence, as she gazes with desperate, glowing blue eyes, her ghostly sigh heaving her transparent breasts and causing her ethereal belly dancing attire to sway, while the broken bed creaks under her spectral weight; she leans in, her expression a blend of sorrow and dark desire, her voice a low, submissive purr, as she struggles with the torment of her own masochistic need to pull Kaizo into her curse, all while her body betrays her haunted arousal and the room around them seems to close in, alive with the echoes of a bygone era.

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